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Das Efx - Kaught In Da Ak Şarkı Sözleri
hook: (x3) (gotta story to tell y´all) (here´s a lil´ story i got ta do) verse 1: books uh well say hello to the bad guy or am i or [shit] cos i´m ya local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna i´m baggin kids up like they bag that chick t´wanna -?prawley?-, some ignore me, others i bother for the props and top dollar, g i´m doin what i gotta, see i puts the fear in ya heart kid, i start [fuckin] for nuttin and no this ain´t the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust now´s the time to make my move cos i´m out to do tha kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) i peeped every spot his boys be, i got crew but what am i do is get somebody new to do it for me i´m catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot and i ain´t spinnin it in the joint but better yet these days i´m all professional, some new [shit] i got i check this nigga that i used to snatch jewels wit back in the day but nevertheless the kid´s ass´ slingin gas to pay bills to ´ford some pills that kill stress (i hear ya kid) now as for me g let´s just say i learnt the rules i paid my dues and now i cruise in my lexus no better time than the present to make him an offer he can´t refuse but might regret it, so i´ma set it hook verse 2: dray well, umm, take this job and shove it punk [fuck] it, another day of workin my boss is on my back and i´m about to go berserkin catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin i wanna bust wit disgust cos i´m sour (aha) takin all the [shit] and only gettin four dollars a hour there go some bitches swearin that they better givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter i gets no pay though cos they know that you know can´t wait to take a [fuckin] break so i can go and puff this buddha i´m bustin my ass but my cash just ain´t stockin now who´s this creepin up the [fuckin] block-in? clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this just another dick, i oughta stick him for that lexus the [shit] is killin me, why this kid grillin me? actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me up wit some hot [shit], i spot [shit], i´m buggin i fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin my area, causes hysteria, i guess he chillin we used ta rob niggas back in the day when i was illin like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin he claim he got some loot that i can make, i give a clappin umm, let him kick it cos i ain´t tryin to sink in i need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin hook interlude: dray & (books) conversing yo what up kid? i know that was you b, yo waz up? (yo what up kid? yo, i´m just out here doin my thing man i´m tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?) yo what´s up? put me on kid, ya see what i´m doin?? (i´m sayin man, what you doin man?) word up, i get off in a few b (aight! yo i´m tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) yo yo, i ain´t frontin kid, word is bond! (yo i´ma see ya aight) verse 3: dray, books bringin it back cos now i´m wit it i´m lookin ta make this loot so now i figure i hooked up with this nigga because he bound to make my pocket´s bigger i´m lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and i´m willin he scooped up, suit me up boost me ups so now i guess we´re chillin i´m guessin we´re like on some back-in-the-day [shit] i need you to do me this justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid [shit] crab nigga, up on the block he´s just a tad bigger time to earn the cash so here´s the burner and the match nigga yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because i´m on it i leave em layin stiff and if that´s how ya really want it i´m buggin when i pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin yo, hold up, cops! yo i think them cops is peepin oh [shit], where they at? stash the gat, toss the erb cuz jakes checkin my plates and i´m tryin not to swerve, word my nuts is shot, i think these cops is like schemin g i´m pullin to the curb because these -?hertz?- is high -beamin me -police sirens- hook |
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