Текст песни Pow Pow - Tech N9ne , Kutt Calhoun
Tech
N9ne
KC
PD
you
got
a
busta
workin
for
ya
He
be
yappin
to
Hooters
employees
and
alertin
employers
Not
to
hang
out
with
Tecca
Nina
cuz
some
investigation
With
with
a
yellow
Hummer
I
got
with
drugs
so
I′m
searchin
for
ya
Shut
up
and
eat
your
Hooters
chicken
before
I
bomb
you
Dont
be
hatin
on
me
the
bitches
to
get
them
on
you
I
aint
got
no
yellow
Hummer
homie
thats
non
true
King
of
KC
rappers
know
that
this??
keep
the???
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If
theres
drama
niggas
coppin
and
poppin???
out
its
the???
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Kutt
Calhoun
mob
these
mothafuckas
Kutt
Calhoun
Killer
cities,
killer
centerfolds
and
gangs
and
niggas
snitchin
On
the
block
you
lose
your
life
over
the
thangs
that
niggas
grippin
In
the
kitchen
that
discovery
will
clear
a
niggas
vision
When
he
sittin
in
the
pen
readin
about
everything
he
did
And
to
the
point
where
niggas
never
get
to
make
it
to
preliminary
Hearings
cause
of
loyalty
thats
broken
in
the
syndicate
Nowadays
you
shoot
either
you
kill
or
rep
a
medikit
insurgents
dont
be
caring
bout
a
past
rep
a
manuscript
Thats
why
i
keep
a
Russian
in
possession
on
my
person
My
Kalashinkov
will
speak
till
our
hood
beat
is
talkin
foreign
Your
beefin
on
our
warrant,
got
no
time
to
have
my
family
Comin
to
you
funeral,
presume
you'll
just
handle
me
And
this
is
how
it
is,
when
you
livin
in
the
Mid,
killa
city
nickname
Kansas
City
killa
kid,
so
dont
get
it
confused
Cuz
we
get
it
how
we
spit
it
all
raw
and
uncut
battle
width
for
any
with
it
When
we
trip
and
its???
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If
theres
drama
niggas
coppin
and
poppin???
out
its
the???
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Aint
from
around
here
know
you
about
it
to
slide
out
Tay
Diggs
let
′em
have
it
Tay
Diggs
Yeah
we
runnin
the
crime
rate
Catch
me
on
the
e
way
doin
a??
feelin
the
gun
spray
Ya'll
fucks
with
Tech
N9ne
and
claps
shit
to
the
gun??
Its
back
to
the
checks
mo
baggies
and
mo
K's
We
hella
old
niggas
hittin
the???
from???
I′m
on
plate,
im
rappin
for
a
reason
Clappin
for
no
reason
I
just
love
the
desert
eagles
And
im
fuckin
with
the
mags
i
just
love
to
plug
my
peoples
These
suckas
aint
my
evil,
we
live
life
fast
And
they
try
to
tell
me
stop,
but
all
we
know
is
gas
No
brakes
so
catch
me
on
the
crip
side
Right
up
on
the
street,
likes
cannon
on
my
hip
side
I′m
G
maggin
and
my
young
life's
maney
Do
whatever
for
the
dough
and
we
smokin
on
grates
Reload
that
thang
and
I′ll
make
ya'll
a
shake
For
the
mob
and
do
the
job
and
I
fucks
to
survive,
nigga???
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If
theres
drama
niggas
coppin
and
poppin
while
out
its
the???
Pow
Pow
Aint
from
around
here
know
you
about
it
to
slide
out???
go
get
em
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1 Doin' It
2 Need More Angels with Prayer by Brother K.T.
3 I Need More Angels With Prayer by Brother K.T.
4 Paper With Brian B Shynin (intro)
5 Paper
6 Oh You Didn't Know
7 Too Many Girls
8 Afterparty
9 What's Next
10 Keep It One Hunit
11 Jumpin' Jax
12 Jumpin' Jax
13 KC Tea
14 Pu Wah Wah
15 Ms. Walker / Brooklyn Martino Intro
16 Tony G Intro
17 Sean Tyler Intro
18 JT Quick Intro
19 Far Out
20 F U Pay Me
21 Gamer
22 Pow Pow
23 Loud
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