Tytuł: 'Dro In The Wind

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
• Wyświetleń: 244

[talking]
  Hah, haha
  That's just the sound of the Hen'..
  True Story.. Buddy Roe..
  They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
  Thank God for the thugs too...
  
  [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  Drop the top and let the sunshine in
  With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
  Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
  It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
  with the 'dro in the wind
  
  [Trick Daddy]
  I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
  Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
  Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
  You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
  Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
  Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
  Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
  But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
  A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
  Always rude and always in trouble
  None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
  But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
  If you growed up the way I did
  You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
  (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
  
  [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  
  [Trick Daddy]
  Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
  Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
  And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
  Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
  That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
  Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
  Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
  And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
  You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
  Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
  
  [Cee-Lo]
  Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
  He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
  Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
  Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
  With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
  The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
  Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
  Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
  Recognize, this is the verbalize
  Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
  Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
  Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
  Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
  Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
  You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
  Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
  So pass, outlast, bout cash
  Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
  Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
  Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
  (Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
  
  [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  
  [Big Boi]
  Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
  The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
  Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
  In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
  Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
  Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
  A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
  of this slang and inject it into your veins
  Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
  Aviator shades with a rear front face
  Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
  Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
  To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
  So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
  Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
  I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
  of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
  You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
  not intended for any illegal purposes'
  it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
  (Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
  (Trick love the kids!)
  
  [Chorus: Cee-Lo]