Текст (слова) песни: Yukmouth - Nothin 2 A Bo$$

Yukmouth вЂ“ Nothin 2 A Bo$$
Haha... I can`t believe you niggas. You can`t be serious. You really thought since `Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh? You thought since Dre ain`t made a album, we flopped? Fuck that shit nigga! Rap-A-Lot for life nigga! Yukmouth nigga! West Coast don nigga! What`s wit it punk?! It`s nuthin to a boss nigga! We been ridin on dubb`s that spin nigga! We been poppin bottles, nigga, since `Pac was alive nigga. The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks!
I`m from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walk. I`m like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an I`m tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross. I`m ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost. Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. I let clips off, ya whole click soft. What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin Gucci flip flops, and I bang in the club like Rick Rock. Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop. They ride lo-lo`s, Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock. With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rock, an I`ma bring the West back when my shit drop.

To roll around on 24`s. Wit plenty millions in a vouge. Everything a nigga want. It`s nothin 2 a boss! So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3-1-0`s. Until I die it`s all West coast, it`s nothin big to a boss!

Yeah... if you gon` do it, do it right. I`m in the blue and white. Rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. Tuesday night I got my game together. I`m dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an I`m down wit Prince James forever. Rap-A-Lot fo` lia.
Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela, and ya`ll know Yuk is off the meter. For all you non-believers, I spark the heater. I`m what you call a block leader. Why you hatin? I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton. In a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton`s. An rock the new blue Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. My cars talk back like Michael Knight. I got a hundred on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight. You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight`s ya night. I rock ice cause the price is right. Step it up hater. Yeah
CHORUS
Every day I`m poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. Fourty G`s in a Gucci bag, I`m coppin a Jag. Two-hundred G`s in a Louie bag, I`m coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. What you know about that?! What you know about chronic an Hypnotic, coppin Lamborghini`s from 3-1-0 an Simbalic. Drop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait!
I came in the game wit mobsta tales. I hit Mr. Chow`s for meals, crack lobster tails. At the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle. You wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is ill. I rock the `Wheels of Fortune` like Pat Sajack. In a black Maybach, I`m tryin to bring the Bay back
in a A`s throw back and a A`s hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn`t fade that! What?!
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: Yukmouth - Nothin 2 A Bo$$ Yukmouth вЂ“ Nothin 2 A Bo$$ Haha... I can`t believe you niggas. You can`t be serious. You really thought since `Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh? You thought since Dre ain`t made a album, we flopped? Fuck that shit nigga! Rap-A-Lot for life nigga! Yukmouth nigga! West Coast don nigga! What`s wit it punk?! It`s nuthin to a boss nigga! We been ridin on dubb`s that spin nigga! We been poppin bottles, nigga, since `Pac was alive nigga. The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks! I`m from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walk. I`m like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an I`m tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross. I`m ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost. Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. I let clips off, ya whole click soft. What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin Gucci flip flops, and I bang in the club like Rick Rock. Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop. They ride lo-lo`s, Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock. With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rock, an I`ma bring the West back when my shit drop. To roll around on 24`s. Wit plenty millions in a vouge. Everything a nigga want. It`s nothin 2 a boss! So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3-1-0`s. Until I die it`s all West coast, it`s nothin big to a boss! Yeah... if you gon` do it, do it right. I`m in the blue and white. Rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. Tuesday night I got my game together. I`m dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an I`m down wit Prince James forever. Rap-A-Lot fo` lia. Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela, and ya`ll know Yuk is off the meter. For all you non-believers, I spark the heater. I`m what you call a block leader. Why you hatin? I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton. In a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton`s. An rock the new blue Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. My cars talk back like Michael Knight. I got a hundred on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight. You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight`s ya night. I rock ice cause the price is right. Step it up hater. Yeah CHORUS Every day I`m poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. Fourty G`s in a Gucci bag, I`m coppin a Jag. Two-hundred G`s in a Louie bag, I`m coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. What you know about that?! What you know about chronic an Hypnotic, coppin Lamborghini`s from 3-1-0 an Simbalic. Drop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait! I came in the game wit mobsta tales. I hit Mr. Chow`s for meals, crack lobster tails. At the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle. You wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is ill. I rock the `Wheels of Fortune` like Pat Sajack. In a black Maybach, I`m tryin to bring the Bay back in a A`s throw back and a A`s hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn`t fade that! What?! CHORUS Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Nothin 2 A Bo$$: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/124/1/987.html Все тексты песен: Yukmouth » Yukmouth - Revelationz » Yukmouth - So Ignorant » Yukmouth - Still Ballin (Remix) » Yukmouth - Its in My Blood Part Ii » Yukmouth - U Love 2 Hate » Yukmouth - Wet Dreamz » Yukmouth - U Love 2 Hate » Yukmouth - Clap Yo Hands » Yukmouth - Still Ballin » Yukmouth - Hi Maintenance » Yukmouth - Bumbell » Yukmouth - My Buddy (Remix) » Yukmouth - Somebody Gone Die 2 Nite » Yukmouth - It`s In My Blood Part II » Yukmouth - Thugged Out » Yukmouth - Godzilla » Yukmouth - It`s In My Blood Part 2 » Yukmouth - Puffin Lah » Yukmouth - Ice Cream Man » Yukmouth - Godzilla Рекомендуем скачать: » Новелла Матвеева - Живет тем хуже, сам себе на зло... » Наталья Муратова - Море синее не за горами... » Нэнси - Неповторимая » Николай Щедрин - Новогодняя » Николай Алексеев - Опять свиданье не с тобой... » Наталья Устиновская - Проходишь мимо. Счастье или горе... » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Сестры печали » Новелла Матвеева - Настроение » Наталия Бутенко - Дракон » Новелла Матвеева - Степь » Новелла Матвеева - Одному коллеге » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Стриптиз » Николай Щедрин - Бродягой ходит юный месяц... » Наталья Власова - Та любовь » Новелла Матвеева - Что-то не знаю: спят или дремлют силы... » Настя Полева - Улитка » Настя Полева - Ночные братья » Наташа Подольская (Фабрика звезд-5) - Рэчанька » Новелла Матвеева - Баклажаны бока отлежали... » Нэнси - Дым сигарет с ментолом
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