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letra de welcome to the row - teamheadkick

[hook]
welcome to the row
it’s time to get paid
getting cash, driving fast, whooping -ss and getting laid
welcome to the row
just another drive-by
welcome to the row
it’s time to get robbed
take your car, take your girl, take your guns and take your job
welcome to the row
just another drive-by

[verse 1]
lock and load like a pro, time to go
got my homies lined up like ducks in a row, and no
we ain’t out looking for day jobs
we came to get loot, steal cars and bank rob
pickpocket your -ss, take your cash like a thief
makin’ mad-ss beats and straight running the streets
i’m taking over this town, you can call me godfather
got more tricks up my slieves than harry potter
bloodstains on my shirt cause i’m the kingpin
put you in your place and beat your face into oblivion
armed to the t–th, i’m a little bit mental
got so many guns, it’s like i’m in south central
popping caps in your -ss, you better hide
g-ngb-nging, drug slanging, straight living thug life
drinking while i drive, always getting my swerve on
do a hundred and five while i sipping the burboun
i’m the king of the streets, you best remember the name
when i see the strippers i’m making it rain
like a pimp, i reach back and give you a smack
i’ll buy you fake t-tties if you sit on my lap
no shame in my game, my fame is legit
and the f.b.i., they ain’t catching sh-t
if you cross me, you’re tying the noose
and if you want to borrow money, then i’m runnin’ the juice

[verse 2]
hey, what the f-ck? watch where you’re going
i got a machine gun, it’s time to get to mowin’
all you g-ngb-ngers, i’ll shoot you in the face
teabag your chin, how my nuts taste?
good at driving, not very good at parking
all wrapped up in drugs and loan sharking
rip you off, and i’ll do it all subliminal
i ain’t a saint, i’m a stone cold criminal
i got bling like a mothaf-ckin’ boss
i give the ladies my secret sauce
get tossed out of clubs but the party don’t stop
i ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ holographic image like 2pac
i’m the king, i own this town
i catch a case from the cops, they chasin’ me down
i got my homies, and my guns, and we’re always on the ready
drivin’ steady down the road, like i’m mario andretti
little old ladies better get out the way
because i’m driftin’ like an asian everyday
i’m drivin’ down the road, and i’m knockin’ my neck
and when we roll through your hood, you’d better show respect
two dead bodies are back in the trunk
one’s a politician, the other’s a punk
quick hide the bodies at the end of the block
and then it’s 187 on a mothaf-ckin’ cop

[verse 3]
(-ss so fat, i need a lapdance)
drop it low, make it clap, then bring the booty back
(-ss so fat, i need a lapdance)
drop it low, make it clap, then bring the booty back
i love women, drinking, and cussin’
but i don’t like her, she’s always crop dustin’
what the h-ll was that? it smells like onions, socks and cat
on twenty inch rims, i be jumpin’ my ride
got a dent in my hood, but that’s alright
it’s thug life, i got a big -ss bruise
gold t–th, a dope hat, and five tattoos
ha-ha, i know i’m not a role model
but it beats flipping burgers, working for mcdonalds
so welcome to the row, let’s be friends
now you’re one of us, once we jump you in
oh, watch the face, the face!
ow, my face, you guys are my best friends ever

- teamheadkick

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