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letra de play it cool - snap dogg

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[chorus: young chop]
ay keep it movin’ n-gg-
‘cuz all my n-gg-s ya they f-ckin’ shooters n-gg-
all my n-gg-s brains, ya they coo-coo n-gg-
and b-tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n-gg-
and all you n-gg-s tellin’ when the folks come
and when they sn-tch my n-gg-s we don’t know nothin’
y’all n-gg-s better play it cool
i got some k!llas in the d too

[verse 1: snap dogg]
hit a n-gg- block, just to catch him up
heard a n-gg- snitchin’ so i had to wet him up
choppa do a n-gg- [?], i don’t give a f-ck
you ain’t playin’ with no rookies boy, we the first to bust
you playin’ tough, hoe n-gg-, like we ain’t on your head
i’m gonna beat this n-gg- -ss so he gonna end up dead
oh sh-t, can’t say too much, ‘cuz the n-gg- fed
and i ain’t gonna shoot the little b-st-rd ‘cuz i know he scared
you done f-cked up and let me bring the hittas out
they don’t do no tweet-for-tweet, they pull up to your house
drag your -ss off that b-tch so we can scr-p it ou
and make you beg for your life before i pop you out
why these n-gg-s wanna play like i ain’t k!ll sh-t?
this ain’t them sh-lls that hit your -ss, you gonna feel this
word around the city you need n-gg-s to have your back
well i’mma take this n-gg- chain, run and tell that

[chorus: young chop]
ay keep it movin’ n-gg-
‘cuz all my n-gg-s ya they f-ckin’ shooters n-gg-
all my n-gg-s brains, ya they coo-coo n-gg-
and b-tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n-gg-
and all you n-gg-s tellin’ when the folks come
and when they sn-tch my n-gg-s we don’t know nothin’
y’all n-gg-s better play it cool
i got some k!llas in the d too

[verse 2: snap dogg]
f-ckin’ with them k!llas from the chi to the d
chop going crazy, actin’ up on the beat
durk can hit my line if it’s ever any beef
put a pillow over his head (bow, bow!) while he sleep
n-gg-s talkin’ rats, where i’m from show some
p-ssy got a pole and he ain’t gonna blow no
they say snap, you got the facts, ya that boy know something
where i’m from we tote them pistols we don’t do it for no frontin’
unk said ‘stop, don’t reply to what they said’
h-ll ya unk, i forgot he special ed
next time beat this n-gg- -ss, like he read
keep on squeezin’ on that n-gg- ’til the blood out his head

[chorus: young chop]
ay keep it movin’ n-gg-
‘cuz all my n-gg-s ya they f-ckin’ shooters n-gg-
all my n-gg-s brains, ya they coo-coo n-gg-
and b-tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n-gg-
and all you n-gg-s tellin’ when the folks come
and when they sn-tch my n-gg-s we don’t know nothin’
y’all n-gg-s better play it cool
i got some k!llas in the d too

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