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Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 2 » Тэксты [+ Дадаваць +] |
1. _ Low Profile Mix
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2. _ So What You Wanna Do
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3. _ Slide
*telephone dials*
*phone rings*
[Lil' One] Who the fuck is this
[VMF] It's VMF, what's up fool
You coming to the studio
[Lil' One] Nah dog, I'ma kick it
I gotta go pick up my homey Droopy, this bitch is paging
We're gonna go pull a train on that bitch
[VMF] Alright fool, handle your business
[Lil' One] Haha
I got a page, 9-double-1, Mr. Lil' One
Can you come across me, fondle me and floss me
Act like I care, grab you by the hair
Pull a 211 on the clothes that you wear
Got me by the Dickies, watch it with the hickies
Sipping on the Mickey, I know you want to stick me
Giving me a woody, plus the homey Droopy
Is all up in that ass fondling your booty
Never have to fear in us, know about the G in us
Ain't no need trip girl, it can stay between the three of us
Yeah right, all night
Everybody faded, getting X-rated
Pull a triple-X in, everybody sexing
Hanging around with a hoe, not giving a fuck about a weapon
What am I to do, finish up the brew
Wake up in the morning, talk shit about you
That's how you're faking, rules that you're breaking
Never get respect from the friends that you're making
First introduce you, then they seduce you
Then you talk shit how a motherfucker used you
[Chorus]
Sip it, slide
Let the Lil' go deep inside
Sip it, slide
Now I know you want to ride
Sip it, slide
Let the Lil' go deep inside
Sip it, slide
Now I know you want to ride
Now fool shut the fuck up, we both know you fucked up
The day that you trusted the bitch that you busted
With your enemy, fool remember me
Every single girl in the world with pretend to be, faithful
But that bitch is ungrateful
Just give her thanks for the fuck and the spanks
Learn from your mistakes even though the heart aches
Rather be alone than rolling with a snake
Look over your shoulder, hanging with a cobra
Then before you know the hoe'll let you know it's over
Hold up responsible, every single obsacle
That you might face, give yourself a little space
Time will reveal, keep your lips sealed
Speaking from the heart, only speak what I feel
Kind of like a wise old man once told me
Didn't even know me, the truth that he showed me
Sitting at the bus stop and we had a talk
Giving tricks to your traps so I never get caught
Never would have known I learned about the greed
I'm harder than a stone bitch, never make me bleed
[Chorus]
Yeah
This is going out to all you bitches
Nut gobbling scumbags
Bitches, that act like hoes
And it's all because you really are hoes
When you're wiggling your ass
And you think we got a future, bitch?
Go home, you're stoned
Haha
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4. _ You Best Never Double Cross Me
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5. _ Another One
ODM
Yeah, what's up dog
Drop that
Yeah
Right here
Yeah
Real quick
Brown
'Cause we do what we do homey
That's right
It's Yogi Bear
99, 99
Hey yo Yogi, why don't you come with that shit homey
Wake up in the morning, shit what are you kidding me
My mom's a bitch, she don't feel like hearing me
I gotta take a leak so I put on my house slippers
Gotta shave my dome so I grab my clippers
It's sunny as usual, another day to put it down
And all the dust settled in my town
I got happy when my dog got out
I had to run him down about who was shot out
I pumped down the mix and why I got out
I gotta make this money man, that's what it's about
So from the East County to the South Bay
To my posses on Broadway, it's Dago and problemas
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
I got riders in the storm and the outskirt
It ain't nothing but a word from the mero mero
Ain't you Yogi? I see you heard my demo
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami
Gotta make some phone calls to see what's up for tonight
Gotta find something fresh for me to sport for tonight
So I shoot to the mall, I hear my name being called
'Cause everytime that I go I see somebody that I know
My pager's blowing up so I gots to use the phone
It's the homeboy from Low Pro talking about a party in the zone
And Royal gots some hynas that wanna kick it with us
But more than likely dog we're going to the club
I gotta get creased up before the homies pick me up
I gotta get hectic so I'm pumping the homies up
Now we're South of the border, straight thugs and hoochie mamas
We use a broken bottle when we meet some drama
And it's guaranteed, so won't see the baby's mama
And the DJ keep on spinning and the spot be getting hotter
And me and my homies torn the club down because we're fools
And yeah yeah, We Be Clubbing like Ice Cube
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in the club or getting some love
We gonna do what we do mami
I bump beats and write raps trying to make mula stacks
Got all the homeboys asking where the hynas at
We flipping you-eys for hoochies, I'm watching you jock
As I shoot through the zone, old school hard drop
Chicks scream out the window like they're long shot
As I lean to they side they throw the bone eye
You see I'm not a player I just crush a lot
You see I'm not a gangster but I'll rush your spot
I be knowing about them broads that talk a lot
So we pull over and post up at the taco shop
Hey yo Yogi Bear be buzzing off that bacardi hard
I'm thinking to myself dog we gotta make it pop
So while these chicks be jocking us we tell them follow us
Back to the spot 'cause we bound to rock
Stopped to buy some brew and a bottle of malibu
'Cause we're gonna do what we do when we do it
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
'Cause we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami
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6. _ Jump in My Ride [*]
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7. _ On Top of the Game
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8. _ Get My Money Ho'
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9. _ Biggidy Boom
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10. _ Representin'
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11. _ We Run This Mutha
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12. _ Form Dago to L.A.
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13. _ Califa Thugs
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14. _ Intro
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