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letra de loaded - tupac shaquille o'neal & boosie badazz

loaded lyrics
[intro: boosie badazz]
b-tch, i’m loaded
boosie badazz
you know what it is
all the way live, n-gga
(ayy, milo, we got a hit, boy)
(ooh, bighead on the beat)

[chorus: 2pac shaquille o’neal]
b-tch, i’m loaded
you gon’ need a remote to control me, ‘trol me (to control me)
feelin’ like i’m tip ’cause they don’t know me, know me (they don’t know me)
teachin’ from a distance like ginóbili, ‘nóbili (just like ginóbili)
like a bad poker hand, they foldin’, foldin’ (they foldin’)
a four-four bulldog what i’m totin’, totin’ (roof, roof)
don’t make me get to barkin’ at your homie, homie (roof, roof)
knock a n-gga down if he run up on me (baow, baow)
like a counterfeit bill, man, they phony (these n-ggas fake)

[verse 1: 2pac shaquille o’neal]
keep my grass cut low for the snakes (for the snakes)
i be watchin’ out for r.i.c.o. like i’m ace (like i’m ace)
my glock is stuck to me, man, i ain’t need no paste (need no paste)
how they copy me and i ain’t leave a trace? (ain’t leave a clue)
drop just spot an opp, i pulled up in a wraith (skrrt)
when you gettin’ money like me, you probably need a safe (you need a safe)
drippin’ on your b-tch, i ask lil’ mama how it taste (like how it taste?)
turn up on stage, i roll a three-five to the face
b-tch, i’m loaded
flexin’ with these racks, she wanna hold it, hold it
you must think i’m lame, b-tch, you ain’t chosen? (b-tch, you ain’t chosen?)
i ain’t trippin’, but i’m drinkin’ and i’m smokin’ (and i’m smokin’)
i’m feelin’ like my clip, lil’ b-tch, i’m loaded
[chorus: 2pac shaquille o’neal]
b-tch, i’m loaded
you gon’ need a remote to control me, ‘trol me (to control me)
feelin’ like i’m tip ’cause they don’t know me, know me (they don’t know me)
teachin’ from a distance like ginóbili, ‘nóbili (just like ginóbili)
like a bad poker hand, they foldin’, foldin’ (they foldin’)
a four-four bulldog what i’m totin’, totin’ (roof, roof)
don’t make me get to barkin’ at your homie, homie (roof, roof)
knock a n-gga down if he run up on me (baow, baow)
like a counterfeit bill, man, they phony (these n-ggas fake)

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
four-four bulldog in my hand, man, and i bust it lately
two bad hoes layin’ in the van goin’ h.a.m. lately
parking lot, we thuggin’, parking lot, we clutchin’ lately
n-gga sayin’ the sh-t loud (loud), free lil top right now
loaded off exotic (oh), and i tap that molly (oh, oh)
roll up on me, i got it (swear), i ain’t scared of n0body
hundred on his head, it’s a hundred on his head
on his head, i got a bounty
call up them boys from long county
2pac and his homeboys straight downin’

- tupac shaquille oneal boosie badazz

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