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    Mobb Deep

    Double Shots

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    It's a celebration y'all, let's do it
    Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce
    Yeah aight? Aiyyo
    Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?"
    Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son
    A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'?
    But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin'
    Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
    First chance I get, you know I'm shittin'
    On them fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the club
    Don't get scuffed in front of these broads
    Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad
    Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb
    Type of shit is that?
    That won't stop her from lettin' us blow her back
    Bounce to that homey we got this locked
    Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and
    Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
    'Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot
    Just party, don't get yourself shot
    (Uh, uh)
    Leave all the drama back home at the block
    At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'
    While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'
    (Pimpin' them hoes)
    Just party, don't get yourself shot
    (Uh, uh)
    Leave all the drama back home at the block
    At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'
    While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'
    (Pimpin' them hoes)
    Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, genuinely thugged
    I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub
    All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked
    And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
    We got mountains and we gon' have a smoke fest son
    C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' home used paper
    Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep bangin'
    We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta
    Queens bridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists
    We come through, blow shit up, America's
    Nightmares right here live in the flesh
    Our blood and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and better
    We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters
    And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit
    While you tryin' to get your hand on some cash
    We never gotta touch money again, we got plastic
    Just party, don't get yourself shot
    (Uh, uh)
    Leave all the drama back home at the block
    At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'
    While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'
    (Pimpin' them hoes)
    Feel that nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo
    Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor
    Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers empty out player
    'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music
    I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it
    I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark
    I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Luger's
    The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters
    With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is
    Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it
    'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget
    Knee deep in the grind like fuck it
    We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it
    And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid
    We on another level, yeah, we really on some next shit
    Got the techs spittin' and makin' more connections
    Makin' more cash and blastin' more weapons
    Just party, don't get yourself shot
    (Uh, uh)
    Leave all the drama back home at the block
    At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'
    While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'
    (Pimpin' them hoes)
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