a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de coach carter - vince ash & cypress moreno

[intro]
cypress (cypress)
deuce mob
flexing on that beat, hol’ up

[verse 1: skiinny]
is you ready to k!ll?
let’s see how quick you up a tool when it’s time to drill
let’s go creep up on some n-ggas, heard they bussin off pills
price tag on your head, we collecting them bills
i got like twenty-two shots in my coat
got me a glock, i’m ready for smoke
i feel like a addict, i’m itchin’ to blow
no s-x for a b-tch, i’m hittin’ that throat
you think it’s a game, we glitching the pro
pass me the ball, you want me to score
yo b-tch, she a freak, can’t f-ck with the hoe
stuff this .38 snub in her throat
stuff like twenty-two racks in my couch
my momma and sister the reason i’m out
when n-ggas went left, we takin’ ’em out
like skiinny ain’t the reason these n-ggas got clout
like skiinny ain’t the reason these n-ggas be lit
if it wasn’t for the g you wouldn’t be sh-t
n-gga, pay me my homage or pass me yo b-tch
i don’t even wanna talk, n-gga, get off my d-ck
[verse 2: vince ash]
told ’em if folks give the word then we ridin’ out
bangin l’s what we die about
over east with the g’s, holla at me, we ain’t hidin’ out
bullet point presentation how we lined em out
ain’t no need to explain, let ’em have the whole thing
see my problem, i care too much
sh-lls hit his head, shoulders, to his knees and (uh)
n-ggas thought it was a game, but see i play too much
clutch poles, touch rolls, while my hoes make drops
got some n-ggas in the can ’cause the soda pop (ooh)
got, bond money fa the bump (ooh), mops in the trunk (ooh)
tenants when we spinning (ooh) have the docs clean him up
bro screaming for his folks, say “hold on”
if they lose em right now they can’t go on (ooh)
told em bang til it cl!ck, 10 piece fa the tick, sent his man’s on a trip
now he so long

[verse 3: nuskii]
i been that n-gga since a youngin’, they ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i keep them chevy speakers bumpin’
whippin’ out through the east
call up the [?] if you gon’ static [?] under the sea
the mob won’t play about me
i’m on some sh-t you can see
let me go ahead and body this b-tch
allah already got me started and sh-t
if that’s your b-tch, why she all on my d-ck?
i done f-cked like two or three times and that’s it
like shorty, don’t play, thought you already quit
just took like one or two months and that’s it
i ain’t come here to talk, no, i’m back on my sh-t
you know i need me a [?] just to go on my fit
they like “nuskii, he so careless, give a f-ck if you ain’t family” (uh)
started from the bottom, i’m just hopin’ that they feel me now
please excuse my lingo, but my people got me wylin’ out
workin’ for them dollars, best believin’ that we spazzin’ out
[verse 4: tramaine]
impala [?] ride your block, i push it, must think i’m p-ssy
could cook beef in a drought, come see what we ’bout
the chevy slide, my n-gga slidin’ out, the bullets flyin’ out
when your b-tch told me where you hidin’ out
like “let me find it out”
with a long song and a blown candle, his home in shambles
a phone call and a chrome [?], it can all get handled
we walk ’em down with all the rounds and all around they seein’ the smoke
with false accounts and [?], they k!ll themselves for all they know
you know i slit my wrists, a [?] b-tch, [?] ‘fore i folded
heaven knows, so best to cl!ck or bless your soul
a daily toll, a heavy load and tall order for all our lawyers
and different standards for the mans, and we gon’ call our boys
and it’s all [?]
these n-ggas vested up and they got they weapons tucked
[?] midnight mentions and then pipe b-tches
my [?] quite vicious, i’m cold hearted
standin’ over his body, like “who you fear?”
i’m coach carter, n-gga

- vince ash cypress moreno

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS