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Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Wonabees



[Chorus: Project Pat]

Wonabee wonabee

Everybody wonabee

Like a young G

Gold teeth, drinkin` Hennessy

Slang a ounce, to a bird

In the street, like the curb

Candy paint, twenty chrome

Chiefin` on green herb

[2x]

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

I got this clout NOW!

Back in the day, I wasn`t here NOW!

Since I been droppin` these verses

I`m out the head

Just like the babies wanna think I`ll come home

I`m from the South bloaw,

I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set

Real quick, y`all squeezin` them triggers we bout to pop (pop)

Any fly lil` mama`s boy, who movin` up on the block

Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin`

Gangsta Boo know where she stay

Between the nozzle you layin`

[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]

You tryna wear my shoes

You tryna wear my clothes

You tryna be like me,

I`m tryna be like you bro,

What I`m really tryna say

You got to keep it all real

You can`t be takin` no deal

You gotta get you a meal

See it`s hard out here,

Peeps`ll end ya career

See it`s hard out here

People put you in a wheelchair

I`m tryna give you a meal

I`m tryna keep it all real

See you be fakin` a deal

So I`ma let ya see how it feel

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Thinkin` ya ballin` this bangin`

Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,

You wish that was your life

So y`all been yappin` for a chiefy

Ya greedy and fiendin` to be a happy ?sa-super chi?

But you don`t think it because there`s plenty

of dues to be paid, up in this industry,

Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch

I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear

And yet you end up wid that set that you claim

To requilinquish? your master start, playa,

I can`t play yo album mack,

And everybody can`t be on the same thing

And everybody can`t be a known rapper

Know what I tell ya exactly

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars

Riding in a steamed up car

Lex, wid them tinted windows

Pushing down the Boulevard

In the mouth you see the grill

You face a playa cause he real

Not because he roll and smoke

Or cut some deals, for the bills

Plus I`m tryna stack some G`s

Pushing weight like quarter kis

Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?

Freak you betta hit your knees

Never will I save a broad

Gangsta playas comin` hard

Chickenheads get out my car

I`m leavin` frantic in the park

[Chrous (2x)]

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Y`all hatas ain`t no killas

Y`all hatas be hoes

Cause neither one is ridin` down blastin

Wid hugs and vogues

Them boys tryna play the hard role

They get a head hole

Them boys shoulda played the smart role

And kept they ass closed

Instead ah sayin`, what they saw

What I did, and who I did it to

Who else is in on it?

Who else you told?

I`m yellow paging `em too

I had it up to here

I`m killin` this bullshit

Y`all fingers on triggers

And all them niggas on bullshit

[Verse 6: Project Pat]

So you wanna be ah,

Playa just like me ah,

Ridin` on tortillahs,

Choppin` up a ki ah,

Project dodgin` lizos,

Glocka in my drizaws,

Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,

Do you have a hizap?,

To unload a trigga,

Crushin` on ya paper,

Thinkin` youse a faker,

Now you got to do `em

Or get played for a sucka,

Handle that use that gat

Or live like a clucka

[Chorus (4x)]

 

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