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Bad Azz - Money, Houses And Cars Şarkı Sözleri
the same thing that got a nigga here get me there (evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be) yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there come on, bad a$$, kurupt, the gang verse 1: bad a$$ i´m just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing turn zero into somethin´ and it´s, one life we live, with this, one shot to give you got chances, we use none risking your life you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives it´s a cold thang, the game, just take folks under it feels better if you say that god just called his number when you do we kept a self situations like that in situations where it´s likely somebody might gat no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far chorus x2: bad a$$ money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where we came a long way, but still we got so far to go to get there (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don´t, it wasn´t sposed to) verse 2: kurupt, bad a$$ [kurupt] i got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat g´d up rides with so much beat g´d up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga kurupt and nell??? i once had a bitch that ate so much dick that she couldn´t do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies as i ease my way right up the streets me, d-a-z, bad a$$, and priest we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet where all the og´s round up the fleet cuz the homies is crazy shit and we all about stackin´ up a grip no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho´s and we don´t give a fuck about a bitch [bad a$$] i can´t worry bout a bitch i´m tryin ta get rich by next week and i can get me some pussy when it ain´t nuttin to eat my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars ghetto stars, doin our thing like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang we brang, to the table,what you aint able a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way today tuesday, i got a date on thursday, and fuck what you say you say dirt about us when we aint there when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared tupac is dead, stop questioning life you had to talk to the feds, that´s the test in the life goin where, a long way from here to get there you gotta mash to maintain blast thats the gang thang (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there) chorus x2 verse 3: kurupt, bad a$$ [kurupt] (i, i, i, i) i heard gangstas don´t ride with disguises but i´m quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that´s all cool but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool dump if you dump nigga pull the pump lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga this aint the sony, so you can´t play a nigga the homies quick to cock, a-k a nigga with no hesitation penaltants populate the population a nickel plated penitration khakis, t-shirts and stars homies, busta´s, riders and mark´s all y´all niggas here wanna be hard but no nigga with heart when the heater spark just ask the homie bad a$$ he´ll put you d on how it´s sposed to be in the whole family as i ease my way right up the streets me, d-a-z, bad a$$ and priest we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet where all the og´s round up the fleet cuz the homies is crazy as shit and we all about stackin´ up a grip no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho´s and we don´t give a fuck about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch) [bad a$$] yeah, 1-9-9-9, the gang, all in your face at close range mr. bad a$$, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don´t quit, we keep it crackin like this ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don´t quit it aint over till i´m done aint nowhere to hide, so why run i don´t battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns you can hate me, cuz i got skills and live real and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills i should kill, i would come and kill your ass but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path i´ll let you kill yourself, while i chill with wealth and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks i gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke ont he streets duck duckin with you and gettin´ smoked, that´s a no-no what you think it´s fifty five or 4-4 money, houses, and cars, nigga i gotta go yeah yeah yeah yeah it don´t quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha yeah yeah yeah yeah it don´t quit nigga you can suck a fat dick yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this (this, this, this, this) |
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