Tytuł: Under pressure

• Wykonawca: Kurupt
• Wyświetleń: 229

  
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  Kurupt & 'Cat live live live...the Road Dawg Assassins
  Blaze on...yeah who dat who dat who dat?
  Kurupt...Young Gotti back again with my nigga 'Cat
  
  I got a plot for about a half of key of coke
  heater stowed in my coat me & D Lo
  What's up loc? Hit a stick then trip a flow
  Stick him for his notes roll hundred spokes
  Raw dogg it's all about the money now
  this ain't no riddle don't giggle like it's funny now
  What you got my cash?
  What I got'll pop the stash
  get the Glock stop cock pop & dash
  move where the homies got they end they coulda had
  and everybody's down for the muthafuckin' mash
  What you 'bout to blaze up?
  Oh it's like that all of the homies is posted up in the back
  you comin' to the gangsta reunion Kurupt & 'Cat
  wonderin' where all the muthafuckin' G's at
  all I see is switches niggas hittin Swishers
  niggas high as the sky & niggas gettin bitches
  
  Chorus
  Living my life hustlin' strugglin' & partyin'
  Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
  
  
  I'm a bet I'm not a rookie like Mack 10 said
  "Gangstas don't dance we boogie"
  off to another corridor & that's for sure
  drop a nigga to the floor I'm spectaculaur
  Ay girl, seen you lookin' at me from afar
  while I'm over here just wonderin' who you are
  I'm a tan khaki wearin' blue khaki wearin'
  brand new khaki wearin' muthafucka from the Pound
  Hop in the MC (Monte Carlo) chrome M3
  case niggas is comin' after me burst then flee
  I seperate the real from the fake
  as easy as it is to make mistakes I'ma give it all it takes
  I'ma hit ya spot like shell shock
  and take all there is to take
  turn & make his fuckin' chest quake
  Life is simple just get yo' cash
  and don't do shit unless ya down to blast
  
  Chorus
  
  Violence needs to silence
  they call it no sense we call it self defense
  They makin' all the cash but we ain't makin' none
  all they got is bullshit but we ain't takin' none
  They said the panties dropped
  do 'em nigga what's poppin'?
  Is it mines or yours?
  Nigga it's all of ours
  play everyday holla at my nigga Dre
  (Yo we about to bounce?)
  Naw blaze up a ounce
  What's up my name's Kurupt
  they call me Young Gotti
  You wanna party I'm out to catch a body
  they say I shine but I don't feel like a star
  always tryin' to play niggas like guitars
  Just do it baby do it baby do it
  it ain't nothin' to it I spit it like fluid
  Spit fluently fluent,
  fluent enough for you to understand
  what the fuck a nigga was doin'
  
  Chorus
  
  That's my nigga 'Cat he knows where it's at
  Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
  That's my nigga 'Cat he knows where all the G's at
  Under Pressure ('cause we all are) Under Pressure