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letra de hit the floor (gimisum family remix) - gimisum family

[verse 1]
it was on a stormy night, i was balling ’98
everyday of the week when i can’t sleep, i’m out here tossing yay
police on the other side of the village trying to scope me out with flashlights
i’m silked up like a dough boy, smelling like fahrenheit
i ain’t got no license so i jumped out with the quickness
got my track, hot as h-ll, slowed up all my business
clientele walking down the sidewalk, shall i serve the fool?
knowing i don’t sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs
anyway, i asked him what he lookin’ for, he said about three juices (mane ’bout three juices)
is this a stick-up? a joker’s got me real spooked
he stuck his tone to my face, “hey fool, get on the ground!” (get on the ground fool!)
jumping out the bushes, four young k!llas pointing that yawk around (yeah, surprise fool!)
they shot me in my back, i’m drousy from the stang, i’m finished, (if i’m not paid), it was so sweet
robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
stangin’ like a bumblebee with my .45 g-l-o-c-k
hay makes me cl!ck, quick, don’t make a move trick
hammer thangs with a gold gleam, big pioneer 12 woofer screams
windows shake, purple juice, on the crush
as i lean back like the mac, i’m the sh-t, pockets fat
stacks return the green that i make, every trick that i break
they got treated the same way, always dark, never day
-pow, pow- what you got? i can’t get; so i take
hit the park on a sunny day, scoping as i celebrate
gimisumthin’ family, trick
[bridge]
kickin’-, kickin’ in da door, i’m makin’ lemons hit the floor for keys
we smoke, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don’t joke
i’m kickin’ in da door, i’m makin’ lemons hit the floor for keys
if-, if them tr-izz-icks jumpin’, then there’s chrome and the man’s comin’
i’m kickin’ in da door, i’m makin’ lemons hit the floor for keys
yeah he’s gone, met the chrome, buck him til i saw some foam
kickin’-, kickin’ in da door, i’m makin’ lemons hit the floor for keys

[verse 2]
fresh up outta jail, i’m out on bond, i gotta get back in
hangin’ on hurst village track, i was sl!ck to slangin’
h-rny for the women, tryna find some to stay up on
g’s trying to give me action, i don’t need your satisfaction
i ain’t letting a woman play me like a pimp
let me know you trickin’ then i’m sticking with the quickness on you, freaky tramp
housing at her crib, i was playin’ the other jail
her mane busted in with a whole buncha anna
i was b-tt-naked when he reached up in the closet
pulled out his tec and said, “keep on selling, that freaky trick!”
i ran into her sideways, her boyfriend started to sweatin’ fast
dropped his gun quietly, i sn-tched my clothes and broke past
(aw baby, why you do me like that? that’s why i’m finna k!ll that boy!)
i fell up out the junt quick, but with no money
i left lil gin, her man is gunning
the tec bullets in my back, i hit the ground
it’s on, it’s on, just see i’m on my way down

- gimisum family

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