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letra de here we go one time - kill kill

[hook]
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time

[verse 1 – k!ll k!ll]
now you gonna get the glock
and you gonna get the nine
then fill them motherf-ckers gonna get the hollow point
so before we put the moon down let me hit the joint
yeah, i smoke weed, sometimes i get high
to let you n-ggas know and show you n-ggas why
now we ain’t give a f-ck over here in watts
and if you come the wrong way you’re bound to get shot
there’s different cliques in this city
trust me i’ll show the next n-gga no pity
but, before i shake the spot
i gots to send a shot to my girl 2pac
watts up, b-tch, how ya doing
n-gga your footsteps i’m pursuin’
but i won’t be rapein’ no female
and i won’t be sittin’ on a grip in a cell
stupid -ss n-gga won’t you tell the truth
where your godd-mn mother from
and the i might not pistol whip you with my gun
remember i don’t wanna shoot you
i’d rather run through you
do you like a d-ld-
shoot you b-tt naked face-down to the floor
and give you a reason to scream “dear mama”
and bang all your thug n-ggas cuz you love drama

[hook 2]
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
here we go, here we go, here we go one time
if you ain’t giving a f-ck, then wave your nine

[verse 2 – unknown artist]
i used to like your tape and n-gga that’s for real
until i found out you stole the concept from k!ll
it’s no wonder, your song was hot, fool
you got the real from a n-gga from watts, fool
ha-ha, we got serve your -ss
just like a truck driver i’m gonna swerve your -ss
but ah, it ain’t gon’ roll here
you wanna get of n-gga, f-ck we can unload here
and imma be the one to walk away
and your homies ain’t wanna gonna stop the chain
cuz they heard it on tape, the sh-t i played
that n-gga from watts, ha-ha, we don’t play fool…

[hook 1]

[verse 3 – unknown artist 2?]
it’s late, late night and i got on all black
with an all chrome glock
looking for that mark -ss n-gga 2pac
where that n-gga at
(oh he’s in jail)
why don’t you tell [?] to post the n-gga’s bail
so we can put the moon down on that fool
show that n-gga watts up
teach him it ain’t cool to wipe n-ggas raps
cuz we peel caps
(look, that a n-gga, dawg, creepin’ in our studio)
you gonna hit him high, and imma hit him low
we kick down the door
(every motherf-cking body on the floor)
n-ggas still strugglin’ in this b-tch
and we about to take all your n-ggas’ sh-t
(2pac, get your punk -ss from under the table)
k!ll, pistol whip that n-gga till he turn purple
yeah shot him in his b-lls
i bet you don’t take n0body else’s drawers…

[hook 2] x3

[outro]
n-gga… yeah we stompin’ in this motherf-cker from 1995 and the rest of the ‘90s, n-gga watts up, bow down to the laker hats n-gga, yeah, this shot goes out, you know what i am sayin? to my n-gga m1, strap ya hand let’s do ganks while they bow down. to all the motherf-ckers who’s down with reality street music, you know what i’m talking about… watts up one time…

[hook 1] x2

- kill kill

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