Текст (слова) песни: U.G.K. - PA Nigga

[Verse One: Bun B]
Man, I been feelin` caged in
They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us
Tacklers, sackers, no propers, just smack us
Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us
Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers
With random and ?ricos? With cameras and peep holes
Can`t stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your people?
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles
Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks now we go to peep holes
Moving stars required, (?) nevermind my appearance
Leave your insurance for your clearance
Bitch, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick, nigga this ain`t "Mommy Dearest"
A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest
This is that underground shit from Port Arson, Texas

[Chorus: Bun B]
I`m a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don`t fuck around nigga I`m from the underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
I`m a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don`t fuck around nigga I`m from the underground nigga
Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga what?

[Verse Two: Pimp C]
I`m a big body flipper, syrup sipper
I keep two bitches so they call me Jack Tripper
Three years coming it, four as a rider
Only room for one dick bitch when I`m knocking you down
Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground
You can hear when I`m comin because I`m bangin` surround
And I`m getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard
My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word
Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because my ho self-serve
When I`m ridin` the city, my car might swerve
My vision be blurred but I don`t hit the curb
I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
Everything I ride on wood and chrome
Ever since "Big Pimpin" I`ve been seeing the clones
Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Bun B]
We runnin` through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck speed
Blocks like begs please your lex keys
Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas
And both of these and toke of these while blowin` trees with cloves of G`s
Move over please, make room for elbows we sell folks we sell those
Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro, gently rub her semen
Women get tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch
Wait, a hot date? baddies boppin under the sun, get blunted with Bun
This summer we shun all inhibitions
No wonder we gunnin, now watch a stunner become a livin` landmark
Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark
Mercury, glistening fuck who dissing it
Diss me, can`t miss me just can`t relate bitch, this my history date
No driven for this we wait, to determine `till eternally burning
Quote my destiny, child you`re learning it?

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: U.G.K. - PA Nigga [Verse One: Bun B] Man, I been feelin` caged in They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us Tacklers, sackers, no propers, just smack us Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers With random and ?ricos? With cameras and peep holes Can`t stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your people? Fuck that you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks now we go to peep holes Moving stars required, (?) nevermind my appearance Leave your insurance for your clearance Bitch, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick, nigga this ain`t "Mommy Dearest" A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest This is that underground shit from Port Arson, Texas [Chorus: Bun B] I`m a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga I don`t fuck around nigga I`m from the underground nigga Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga I`m a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga I don`t fuck around nigga I`m from the underground nigga Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga what? [Verse Two: Pimp C] I`m a big body flipper, syrup sipper I keep two bitches so they call me Jack Tripper Three years coming it, four as a rider Only room for one dick bitch when I`m knocking you down Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground You can hear when I`m comin because I`m bangin` surround And I`m getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because my ho self-serve When I`m ridin` the city, my car might swerve My vision be blurred but I don`t hit the curb I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone Everything I ride on wood and chrome Ever since "Big Pimpin" I`ve been seeing the clones Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones [Chorus] [Verse Three: Bun B] We runnin` through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck speed Blocks like begs please your lex keys Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas And both of these and toke of these while blowin` trees with cloves of G`s Move over please, make room for elbows we sell folks we sell those Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro, gently rub her semen Women get tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch Wait, a hot date? baddies boppin under the sun, get blunted with Bun This summer we shun all inhibitions No wonder we gunnin, now watch a stunner become a livin` landmark Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark Mercury, glistening fuck who dissing it Diss me, can`t miss me just can`t relate bitch, this my history date No driven for this we wait, to determine `till eternally burning Quote my destiny, child you`re learning it? [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни PA Nigga: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/120/1/2078.html Все тексты песен: U.G.K. » U.G.K. - Front, Back & Side to Side » U.G.K. - PA Nigga » U.G.K. - Family Affair » U.G.K. - Dirty Money » U.G.K. - Baller Blockin` Soundtrack » U.G.K. - Woodwheel » U.G.K. - Look at Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Инна Гильченко - Осенний шлягер » Ирина Терентьева - Что меня манит?.. » Ибрагим Имамалиев - Романс-откровение партократа (из цикла Общество) » Ирина Аллегрова - Золото любви » И.К.С.-Миссия - Первый снег » Игорь Байков - Марш прапорщиков » И.Тальков - У твоего окна » Игорь Бяльский - Мода-84 » Ирина Орищенко - Занавесочки » Игорь Андриенко - Нельзя мне к тебе привыкать » Иван Конев - Пишу тебе после первого стакана вина... » Игорь Рабин - Love-45 (подарок себе на 45-летие) » Ирина Карпинос - Памяти Александра Вертинского и Михаила Булгакова » Ирина Аллегрова - Девять с половиной недель » И.Богушевская - Твидовый сезон » Игорь Глотов - О крае земли » Иван-Кайф - Продюсер » Игорь Тальков - Самый лучший день » Иван Колечкин - Где бы мужества взять, чтобы выйти из дома... » Иван-Кайф - Танцы с волками
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