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    Wonabees

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    Добавлена 10 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    [Chorus: Project Pat]
    Wonabee wonabee
    Everybody wonabee
    Like a young G
    Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
    Slang a ounce, to a bird
    In the street, like the curb
    Candy paint, twenty chrome
    Chiefin' on green herb
    [2x]
    [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
    I got this clout NOW!
    Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!
    Since I been droppin' these verses
    I'm out the head
    Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
    I'm from the South bloaw,
    I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
    Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
    Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block
    Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
    Gangsta Boo know where she stay
    Between the nozzle you layin'
    [Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
    You tryna wear my shoes
    You tryna wear my clothes
    You tryna be like me,
    I'm tryna be like you bro,
    What I'm really tryna say
    You got to keep it all real
    You can't be takin' no deal
    You gotta get you a meal
    See it's hard out here,
    Peeps'll end ya career
    See it's hard out here
    People put you in a wheelchair
    I'm tryna give you a meal
    I'm tryna keep it all real
    See you be fakin' a deal
    So I'ma let ya see how it feel
    [Chorus (2x)]
    [Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
    Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'
    Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
    You wish that was your life
    So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy
    Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
    But you don't think it because there's plenty
    of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
    Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
    I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
    And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
    To requilinquish? your master start, playa,
    I can't play yo album mack,
    And everybody can't be on the same thing
    And everybody can't be a known rapper
    Know what I tell ya exactly
    [Verse 4: Juicy J]
    In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
    Riding in a steamed up car
    Lex, wid them tinted windows
    Pushing down the Boulevard
    In the mouth you see the grill
    You face a playa cause he real
    Not because he roll and smoke
    Or cut some deals, for the bills
    Plus I'm tryna stack some G's
    Pushing weight like quarter kis
    Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?
    Freak you betta hit your knees
    Never will I save a broad
    Gangsta playas comin' hard
    Chickenheads get out my car
    I'm leavin' frantic in the park
    [Chrous (2x)]
    [Verse 5: DJ Paul]
    Y'all hatas ain't no killas
    Y'all hatas be hoes
    Cause neither one is ridin' down blastin
    Wid hugs and vogues
    Them boys tryna play the hard role
    They get a head hole
    Them boys shoulda played the smart role
    And kept they ass closed
    Instead ah sayin', what they saw
    What I did, and who I did it to
    Who else is in on it?
    Who else you told?
    I'm yellow paging 'em too
    I had it up to here
    I'm killin' this bullshit
    Y'all fingers on triggers
    And all them niggas on bullshit
    [Verse 6: Project Pat]
    So you wanna be ah,
    Playa just like me ah,
    Ridin' on tortillahs,
    Choppin' up a ki ah,
    Project dodgin' lizos,
    Glocka in my drizaws,
    Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
    Do you have a hizap?,
    To unload a trigga,
    Crushin' on ya paper,
    Thinkin' youse a faker,
    Now you got to do 'em
    Or get played for a sucka,
    Handle that use that gat
    Or live like a clucka
    [Chorus (4x)]
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