letra de bag them up - bizarre
[chorus: king gordy]
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we goin’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get thе dope, don’t serve еm’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
[verse 1: king gordy]
now adolescence kept possessions
daddy left us mad stressin’
family blessing
granny help us and kept us
had to dress us and she fed us
we just let us
but now we fed up
this leg become older
we’re soldiers and we won’t let up
the elders what they told us is over
it’s all a setup
young n-ggas with a vision intentions to cause terror
we’re livin’ in conditions that’s sicking and unbearable
witnessin’, trickin’, and k!llin’ the drug era
fools become one with the block
i’ll come up with a flock
i just got to run up in yo spot
now this sounds absurd so you see me shuttin’ in a drop with a brownish fur coat
cost 100 for my watch
all this money that i got, baby, i brave all this, im a made man, a main man but my neighborhood suffers
all the promises i made to the gutter
they were just lies
my ghetto pressed while i’m livin’ my best life
[chorus: king gordy]
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
[verse 2: bizarre]
think i’m white? but we all purple
i’m sellin’ crack, right on ewa circle
my brother went to jail, he left me he gone, but thank god, he left me his phone! (thank god)
this b-tch slappin’, this b-tch movin’, this b-tch usin’, i done sold to susan
i’m in the club, with 50 sl-ts
a crackhead drop the engine for 50 bucks
10 foreigns, with nothin’ rented, i got two clothing stores, with nothin’ in it
my cousin died, tryin’ to take back a bottle
i wish she was alive
i wish i could take back a hollow
[chorus: king gordy]
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up
i bag the dope, you get the dope, don’t serve em’ up
i got the hoes, bring the smoke, we going’ turn it up. (now)
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