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letra de bronx nigga - tim dog

rollin’ around with my 10-man crew
lookin’ for a n-gga that they call boo
he’s a stick-up kid living on the block
stickin’ up n-ggas out after dark
he was f-cking with my little brother the other night
my brother said the punk cold took his bike
i was mad and i was gettin’ upset
got two clips with my nine and then jet
and you can guess what i’m gonna do
while i’m ridin’ ’round with my crew
i’mma blast that n-gga, i’mma shoot that n-gga
i’mma smoke that n-gga, i’mma do that n-gga
yeah, cause i want n-ggas to know that i’m dog
and i’m runnin’ the show
just then my man said “look”
“there goes the n-gga, there goes the crook”

[dialogue]
shhh – be quiet man. pull over…
yeah, i’mma show this n-gga what time it is
yeah, let me get out…
ayyo boo, ayyo boo, come here man, come here
(boo) yeah, what’s up? what’s up?
ayyo, check this out here…
(pop-pop-pop)
to h-ll with you! i’m a bronx n-gga

[hook]
i’m a bronx n-gga, i’m a bronx n-gga (x3)

[verse 2]
standin’ on the ave., one-six-nine
b-tches lookin’ dope and i’m going for mine
there’s a girl named lisa lookin’ kind of fly
she walked by and cold winked her eye
awww sh-t, the b-tch is on my d-ck
that’s the piece of -ss that i’ve got to hit
so i make my move, start to kick game
she had the nerve to ask me my name
“i’m the dog, the largest motherf-cker in my block
“get in my car and let’s hit the spot
“what’s the spot? the spot that’s my cribbo
“my place, my pad, b-tch you know
“it’s the place where i put my head to rest
“just get in my ride and i’ll tell you the rest”
we was out and i was doin’ 95
got to the crib in ten minutes time
poured her a nice cold drink
whispered in her ear and said “i know what you think”
she said “what?
i said “i think you’re all that”
“how can you tell?”
“because your -ss is phat”
she said “what? i know you’re not tryin’ to diss”
“naw, i’m just playin’. yo, give me a kiss”
i was tonging the b-tch down and finger-poppin’
next thing you know, her panties start droppin’
i was d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her well
d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her well
d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her, d-ckin’ her well…
until the b-tch started to yell
i got up, washed my d-ck and got dressed
she said “dog you know you f-ck the best”
i said “put on your sh-t, let’s break out
“this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ stake-out”
we was out, dropped the b-tch at the train
threw her a token, said “forget my name”
she got upset and called me a “bum n-gga”
i said, “no baby, huh, i’m a bronx n-gga”

[hook]
i’m a bronx n-gga, i’m a bronx n-gga (x3)

[verse 3]
i’m a black man tryin’ to make an honest buck
but five-o don’t give a f-ck
pullin’ me over at every single light
hawking me every night
but there’s this one night when the five-o rolled up
pulled me over and said “enough is enough”

(police officer) “hey, let me see your driver’s license and your registration right now, boy!”
yo, why it gotta be all that? what did i do?
i didn’t do nothin’, man. why you f-ckin’ with me?
(police officer) “don’t give me any of that smart talk n-gga, or i’ll haul your -ss down to jail right now.”
aiight, i got somethin’ for you…
(automatic gunfire)

smoked his -ss, that’s why i’m livin’
later on that night, the news:

(tv reporter) “black youth k!lls police officer in the bronx. details at 11.”

see that sh-t? it’s already on tv
but if it was me, you would have never seen that sh-t get live on the air
the motherf-ckers don’t care
that’s why i live by the trigger
you know why…cause i’m a bronx n-gga

i’m a bronx n-gga, i’m a bronx n-gga (x3)

- tim dog

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