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letra de don't get comfortable {part 2} - prime time

{kangol slim}
uh oh!!!!

{chorus}
ohh they want some!
ya b-tch you!
now we back with don’t get comfortable!
part two!
oh ohh you done did it!
now you gonna get it!
oh ohh you done did it!
now ya gonna get it!
and we told you dont get comfortable!
ya b-tch you!
now we back with don’t get comfortable!
part two!
oh ohh you done did it!
now you gonna get it!
oh ohh you done did it!
now ya gonna get it!

{mista menor}
now i’mma call it like i see it far
you put yo hands up i promise i’mma break yo jaw and
b.g. respect my mind because you know my kind
i’mma grown man lil’ daddy i can handle mine and
baby know i ain’t no ho up in this that red n-gga
i’mma hound i’mma little targish then the average n-gga and
all them rattin’ y’all been doin’ on them song’s bra
you tellin’ feds who got work, and where it’s comin’ from
i can tell you n-gga’s f-ggot’s from yo tattoo’s
he got yo name, you got his name, man that sh-t ain’t cool
you yella fool’s, you gettin’ used like some virgin p-ssy
baby f-ckin’ all you n-gga’s so you need to douche
now i’mma push it, and tell ya how tha block got hot
lil’ wayne, popped himself, he drew the news and the cops
y’all some cb 4 n-ggas, plus y’all need to stop
try’na clone my n-gga two-pistol, you get’s no prop ya heard me!

{chorus}
{2x}

{prime time}
in the prime time of the night, you can try to meet menor
kangol not there, then i’m spinnin’ the bin in the beamer
i ain’t talkin’ bout yo whole crew, i only want two
but if juvey get out of line then i’m gonna get him to
my dogs always told me, get rid of my problems
my dogs always told me, to aim at my target
my dogs always told me, get his change if he guard it
my dogs always told me, to blow his brains if he bought it
yo dogs should have told you, to run yo mind if you were smaller
i think they should have told you, that i be one of the hardest
one of the smartest, and i’mma quick to cha-chop
get ready for the hounds dog that’s quick to pa-pop
b.g. don’t want known of me, look what the game done, done to me
you run in front of me, and i take you down with the 2-23-3
battle me all of a sudden you a pepper boy
i’mma hound out so you better be tryin’ to respect us boy!

{chorus}
{2x}

{drama squad}

{de’jon}
it’s trigger play you bout
it’s trigger play i doubt
drama squad on route
to take these thunders out, boo-ya!

{nickel sl!ck}
look when i came to do ya , let’s keep it real
lil’ n-ggas get spanked, try’na get how they live

{mel}
i hear they try’na jack, but i suggest that they surrender
we play the game foul eliminatin’ all contenders

{de’jon}
love to floss what ‘cha got?
then drop it like it’s hot
disrespect a n-gga mind cause
i want what ‘cha got

{nickel sl!ck}
i be roamin’ through the nolia like a cell phonin’
n-ggas showin’ love, like it’s my motherf-ckin’ homin’

{mel}
with that toolin’ we acts a foolin’
can’t no n-gga with a ph.d. could ever school me
ya crazy!

{de’jon}
we playin’ the game shady, that’s how the streets made me
that’s how my daddy raised me, i’m thugged out daily

{nickel sl!ck}
daily thugged out, with my squad, we slug it out
blood in to blood out, hush yo mouth or get drugged out

{mel}
it’s gettin’ crucial let’s show these n-gga’s how we livin’
my bullets flippin’ i lay more shoots then scottie pippen

{de’jon}
with my squad trippin’ , my squad dippin’
h-ll is what we givin’
tha block iz hot , f-ckin’ up how ya livin’

{chrous}
{2x}

{kangol slim}
f-ckin’ with them hounds from g-town we don’t mess around
come get that -ss straight chopped down
lil’ wayne stay in a child place, from this earth to be erased
no trace, bullet holes up in yo face
you n-gga’s don’t know what the game be really bout
you only know what baby tell by word of mouth
even that can get you taken out
in this game you wouldn’t last
i show ya how ya feelin’
in me see to bury yo -ss, where the stash?
you ain’t even off the porch yet
try’na jump into somethin’ real
soon as you hit the first step you gettin’ k!lled
battle fields, trill, better have yo steel or get peeled
me and my n-gga’s been bustin’ heads to make a mil
i’mma fool from the old school
you said you gonna leave my dreads in my tennis shoes
17th ward n-ggas got tools
some of them b-tches rusted, and used
an arm, a leg, you might loose
but look you choose to be that fool

{chorus}
{till the end}

- prime time

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