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Tytuł: Coming out hard

  • Wykonawca: Eightball
  • Wy¶wietleń: 248

  
   (Eightball)
  Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean
  gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
  i'm a pimpster
  not a trick on a stroll
  ya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on hold
  stay on top of the world, wit a gun in ya hand
  take control of a woman and fear no man
  it be hard for me to see a day with outkast
  if you got it and I don't I'll blast your ass, with the quickness
  because a pimp don't play
  I got to work on top of my game and think of ways to get payed
  born in the Mound, down, deep in the south
  with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
  and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues
  fo'teef, with the yak, smokin' fat mac indo
  fall up in the club with the pimps, the tone
  gotta tuck in my pants, ya step to me and it's on
  gotta family in Memphis, gotta gang in Texas
  T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus
  cystiff, grip tight nine in the studio
  or...
  I'm comin' out hard
  
  Chorus:
  Hard out, Hard out,
  Comin' out, Hard
  Hard out, Hard out,
  Hard,
  Hard out, Hard out,
  Comin' out, hard,
  Hard out, Hard out
  
  (MJG)
  MJG description a brotha
  and one who tends to always keep his business undercover
  but still I wind up in the middle of a click
  some I heard, he heard, she heard,
  should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage
  trick, I ain't for this, sucka let's start this ruffness
  wait trick you missed, I hit darker, into the sleeper
  now you feeling weaker
  man don't slip when you think you got backup
  looking for some help but ya boys just slacked up
  punked out, backed out
  way low headin' to the front do'
  sneaking out real slow
  how ya feel now?
  what's wrong, what's the matter
  mama never told you not to play with those rappers
  MJG got loose in the 9 deuce
  but for the 9 tre the pimps don't play way
  I'ma stay true
  some of ya'll goin' tre
  some of ya'll i'ma lay
  some of ya'll i'ma hate
  but see I'm in it to win it
  lining up for a party
  just to consider it a job, for me to come out, damn, hard
  
  Chorus
  
  (Eightball)
  I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead
  cool, feed on the next brotha's greed
  J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck
  killers be shootin' up suckas with no gut
  I'm scoping big bucks, looking for the payoff
  living like a pimpster, checking everyday off
  riding through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
  fall up in the mall, let my hoe stro' loked out
  cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard
  MJG count it down
  
  (MJG)
  1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
  1, don't
  2, make me
  3, go off
  suckas gettin' stuck up in the face
  tryin' to amaze, somebody else, but they find that it don't pay
  i'm gonna keep, droppin' tracks, smokin fat-mack hay,
  in the ash tray, 3 quarts, put away
  gat on the table cause i'ma able, i'ma keep it
  right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it
  my mind is a weapon, cause I'm smart from the start
  MJG...(pimps don't play from the 9 tre)
  comin' out hard
  
  Chorus