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letra de never gonna get it - sean biggs

[verse 1: sean biggs]
i’m from the hardknock acedemy
automatically had to be
carryin automatics sprayin sporadic inaccuarate
clips to the back of it
barrel c-ckin’ immaculate
learn to move packages in and out of los angeles
we savages, bustin off rounds
sprayin’ bannana clips
knockin pounds off like anna nicole smith
sh-t, i’m in the hood, walkin with choppers
c-ck ’em and pop ’em coppers, glocks be talkin like…
“blockedie block, block” i’ll probly popped hoffa and possibly just forgot where i tossed ’em
this n-gga’s obnoxious, me and top got your picture in the c-ckpit
she wanna pit stop, just to see how the c-ck spit
these bosses deposit the profit they watch as we cop it
on top of the ostrich and fox’s
i used to be a lil’ b-st-rd with stress, now i’m a boss where i’m from
with alaska on my chest, yes!

[chorus: akon]
see i know you’ll like my swagger
no strap when i come through
chain hangin’ like ali baba
know me, ya know how i do
(oh) the way that i move, n-gga (ya never gonna get it)
’cause i’m too smooth, n-gga (ya never gonna get it)
i thought you knew, n-gga (ya never gonna get it)
but you ain’t got a clue, n-gga (ya never gonna get it)

verse 2 (topic):
who in the h-ll left the gate open? (drama)
i’m pretty down for the wild, wild west
like them 1800’s in ’em stage coaches
if i ain’t strapped then my blade’s pokin’
if it ain’t a 600 big body then the 6 4-0 honey is spokin’
the drama spokesman, streets endorsed ’em (uh huh)
i rather be up in my nine then closed in my coffin
i’m from west covina, this ain’t compton
still money p-ssed around like we takin’ an ‘offerin

i’m something like a phenomenon
when they see the sad happy faces they know the drama is on
its the west coast back at your front door
we up close and personal, we ain’t done till the curtains close
could be friend or foe, love it or hate it
i’m the king but i play with the aces
run up to find out i keep it loaded like bases
ya got wires in ya mouth but these ain’t braces, hey!

[bridge: akon]
see when i walk through the door
wonderin what these fake n-ggas jackin’ me for
on display like i came from the store
posin’ like a mannequin in front of your hoe (woo-oo)
up front block rollin’ 50 deep now
convicts surroundin’ the whole compound
cause you dont really want what your starin’ at
clip full of bullets, don’t mind sharin’ that thing

- sean biggs

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