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letra de bottom - boosie badazz

[intro]
on the bottom
on the bottom
michail on the beat

[verse 1]
one at the foot, two at the head, my n-gga
one ain’t shut up, one peed the bed, my n-gga (shut the f-ck up)
burglaries, that’s what fed my n-ggas (yeah)
bottom of the f-ckin’ map, that’s what bred my n-ggas
i’m talkin’ peanut b-tter, jelly
go and f-ck a b-tch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (telly)
and score a pack
quick to lend a real friend ’cause i know he gon’ pay it back
if i slip, i know he gon’ k!ll a rat (bang)
hard for us to stack
’cause a n-gga need hoes and clothes (yeah)
playin’ bingo with my hand when i saw me a rose
now lil’ boosie, he the man, and i drive me a rolls
top dawg, county boy, he gon’ blow
i want the whole world to know

[chorus]
no one can stop what god got for you, n-gga (no one can stop what god got)
no one can stop what god got for you, n-gga (no one can stop what god got)
no one can stop what god got for you, n-gga
no one can stop what god got for you, n-gga (where we from?)
from the bottom, mayne (where we from, n-gga?)
from the bottom, mayne (yeah)
from the bottom, mayne (yay-yay)
’til the final thang, mayne

[verse 2]
couple hits, now i’m hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin’ out
goin’ seventy (go all out, go all out)
no more bricks, b-tch, i rap and i’m on
all my n-ggas comin’ home (free my cousin’ crossin’ on)
n-ggas told me, “get your money, motherf-ck” (in that five)
protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherf-cker (yeah, get that bag)
i was really raised the hard way (hard way)
if i ain’t had it, i would take your penny hardaway (penny hardaway)
i had fame, cancer came, i had harder days (oh lord)
i thought ’bout runnin’ from parole and throwin’ it all away (oh lord)
me and og dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (ayy)
who ever thought i’d have a sack to smoke a pound a day (real)

[outro]
no one can stop what god got for you, n-gga
it ain’t where you from, it’s where you goin’
same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, n-gga
when them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin’
then i got on the radio
now they wanna do the rodeo
they say, his hood–ss always talkin’ ’bout head
’cause in the hood, it ain’t about the p-ssy
but that you get the b-tch head
it’s that bottom

- boosie badazz

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