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letra de rambo - b.g. knocc out

what that nutty like?
nbcc
yankees
cuz who you talking to?
n-gga do i know you?
are you from piru?
if you crip
it don’t matter
a little chatter
get you smattered
it’s a cc habit
got it tatted
no love for the n-ggas
that ratted
boom boom
bad loc
ace
boom boom
ain’t nothing to me
been nuttyy
since coming out the womb
to the tomb and back
these rappers
usually wack
these little n-ggas
can’t figure
what i do with rap
when i speak
what i say
is usually facts
ain’t nothing
gotta throw sh-t
it’s usually caps
chitty chitty bang bang
lit it
let his brain hang
turn 25
now a n-gga wanna gang bang
it’s whatever in any weather
i got a beretta
you get wet i try to set up
who got a vendetta
giving five to the mind

squash to the mind
your body is a mess
you see this is
a different time
regime change
pull it
let his brains hang

(arabic)

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

murder good
gonna hit you
while the gun
gonna wet you
all that talking is good
but them n-ggas
gonna check you
in my sect
they with it
or they not
n-ggas banging
nuttyy blocc

n-gggas like
“where the f-ck you from”
when they turn up
“what’s up n-gga?”
california
from north cal to socal
all them n-ggas go around the same
go talking they blocc boyz
real n-ggas
got tattoos and marks
b-tch n-ggas
get the f-ck outta here
they got hearts
like charts
i’m gonna burn you
a flame

it’s the fireman b-tch
bring me some gats and lanes
i speak the truth
so you listen to the real
all you n-ggas is p-ssies

how the f-ck do you feel
i ain’t did this since ‘87
sh-t i was born in ‘87
god dropped me from heaven

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

every day halloween
mike myers
do what i desire
hate on that
and catch fire
you could hear me
your admirer
b-tch has got me
twisted dry
i”m toned fire
hit a n-gga
with the heat
and watch his life expire

been trying to play me
like a hoe
kinda seen
this story before
n-ggas go
friend or foe
they shared blood
right there
where they
stand on the floor
my last name
stand for woe
so i was trained to go

big g battles
so call me g.b
i’ll knocc
a n-gga out
like b.g
but i let that
b-tch sing to you
like whitney
my life too real
for tv
just a west coast villain
dubed cb
when you see me
i got the gas and the dutch
switching lanes
on these b-tches
when i’m p-ssing them up
stashing and tucked
i’ll get your life
that’s on n-gga
fasten it up

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

don’t you ever
try to play me
or it’s
murder she wrote
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
go cold as rambo
i’m let my fat b-tch sing
go cold as rambo

- b g knocc out

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