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letra de tonight - young guns

[intro: daz dillinger]
psycho, like no, b-tch -ss n-ggas
so when you see the young gunnaz
n-ggas betta get no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[verse 1: young chris]
back to the block with the rats and the roaches
sellin’ crack to these smokers, givin’ stacks to these cops
we don’t get arrested we be back for the second
even though tough luv pose to sold a million records
n-ggas slept but we here, never left, never will
n-gga the shoes can’t be filled, if we left from the deal
the best in the city, with the best in new [?]
my n-gga chad wes on the trizzy
finna make history, they can’t get with the
brothers from another, motherf-ckers better know its untouchable
i just lay back, bust a o, puff the dro
wit some hoodrat b-tches that’s f-ckable
back to the west coast, rollin’ on that best smoke
g-4 white walls bikes with the best spokes
house of blues all my jewels, yeah i’m frontin’ on em
staples center watchin’ kob drop numbers on em
hydrolics on the wheel, cats heard of the lac swerver
waffle house to fatburger
n-ggas know we comin’ through to your town
we get it poppin’ like n-ggas with att-tude and tha pound, my n-gga down

[chorus: daz dillinger]
so raise it up and show my n-ggas how we do it, it’s the daz and young gunnaz and we gettin’ f-cked up tonight, yeah yeah yeah
tonight, yeah yeah yeah
so all my b-tches and my n-ggas whose down with it gettin’ f-cked up tonight, yeah yeah yeah
tonight, yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2: daz dillinger]
you know i might go psycho
when i let the nine go
cause b-tch -ss n-ggas when they see me all they hide though
smoke till you drop muf-cka yo get high though
we don’t smoke bullsh-t, n-gga we smoke hydro
still ain’t up on thangs
r-o-c is the name, dogg pound’s the gang
it’s like kids, they don’t understand
i show and demand my plan
to get in and ended up with one hand
get the sh-t c-ck blast with daz
comin’ to see you young gunnaz with heat
down with the roc, i got the keys to the drop
i got the keys to the block, holmes know we don’t stop
i put the maybach seats in the cadillac
recline back, [?] where the handles at
any order bigger than this n-gga fulfillin’ that
hoe half sixteen, eighths with the purple vapes
get the stacks put the icing on the cake
any day now, i make moves to bury ya
carry the pound up on my shoulders, you know that i’m darin’ ya
drag us there, where we don’t fight fair
n-gga leave ya f-cked up in intensive care
bear to fact that i’m on the attack and
snap ya back like this and like that

[verse 3: neef buck]
it was a friday night and, my phone steady poppin
i keep gettin’ calls, its a party out there in compton
bouncin’ down crenshaw, trippin’ off that hen dawg
top down, wild sound, stash for the four pound
switches for the misses, then i pull over roscoe’s
thing for the cheese grits, chicken and waffles
chick wit me yeah i met her at bali’s
said she live in the valley, the reason why i’m going back to cali
the chick mean, flip cream, get up in them jeans
eyes green yahmean
i love the scene, the weather and the green
we frontin’ on rodeo on back to back beans
just the team, blowin on that good
wherever a n-gga go know he bringing the hood
c bringing the trees, d bringing the woods
it’s all good, frontin as we should
and thats in every city we go
n-ggas is sn-tching ya hoe
places you don’t even know
n-ggas is sick with the flow
realadel n-gga fasho
reppin that r and you already know

- young guns

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