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Tytuł: Betya

  • Wykonawca: C-Murder
  • Wy¶wietleń: 238
Tru Records, it's time to wild out now boy
   It's on...yeah...
  
   [Chorus]
   Betya I can make you bounce to this
   Betya I can make you clap to this
   Smokin that green, feelin fine
   Got me a forty and a fat ass nine
   Betya I can make you bounce to this
   Betya I can make you clap to this
   Smokin that green, feelin fine
   Got me a forty and a fat ass nine
  
   Get at me dog, you know the routine
   I ain't hard to find, I'm on that thug.com
   If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade
   You can call me on 1-900-break bread
   Or 1-800-getting paid but don't tell
   Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell
   It's a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city
   That's why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee
   Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up
   Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up
   The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em
   Told Curren meet me at Footlocker
   And bring Kernell with you that's my dog too
   My next phone call went to my nigga Boo
   And wine and nines cuz that's how we ride
   Nigga la dadada, la la la la
  
   [Chorus]
  
   I've been thuggin since I came out the womb
   Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon
   Didn't know what dope was, but I was hustling
   Didn't even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin
   Didn't even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin
   Little pretty chicken
   Had her kissin on my stick-en
   And fist fights, it was anybody's turn
   I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns
   I'm an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash
   I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag
   I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal
   Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal
   Here I go, here I go, here I go again
   I want a thug girl ma, you ain't gotta be a ten
   Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in
   And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr)
  
   [Chorus]
  
   I don't think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child
   Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile
   Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head
   I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed
   I'm New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey
   This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money
   I'm C, C-P-3, uptown G
   I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G
   I'm a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy
   Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy
   And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms
   Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms
   Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe
   Yeah I heard you got fucked before
   And if anybody out there don't like what I said
   Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue)
  
   [Chorus]