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Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don't think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga)
Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah)
Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard life)
And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain
Why you fuckin wit me?
Stop fuckin wit me!
Don't be fuckin wit me!
Stop fuckin wit me!
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fuckin try
I can't do the right motherfuckin shit
Like I be tryin and shit and shit always be turning out fucked up
Like my bitch always on my fuckin back talkin bout I need to get a fuckin job
Talking bout how I need to pay my fuckin child support and shit
Bitch I'm out here tryin to do all that shit and that shit don't go my fuckin way
Sometimes you need to get the fuck up off my back
And let me learn how to get this shit right on
I want you to stop fuckin wit me
Why don't you stop fuckin wit me
Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work
(Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but that shit don't work)
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch
(Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch)
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit
(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit)
Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope
(Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope)
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed
(Bitch back the fuck up, let me smoke my weed)
Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me
(Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me)
Seem like no matter what the fuck I do, my bitch, she always on fuckin top of me
I'm out here tryin to make fuckin money and shit
And everytime I motherfuckin come home this bitch always got something to say
I'm cheatin on her and shit, I ain't doin nothin
I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone
(I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone)
You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome
(You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome)
I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
(I've been out all day, all I want is a beer)
Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear
(Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear)
I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money
(I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money)
Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny
(Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny)
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
You better check that bitch before you come and check me
(You better check that bitch before you come and check me)
Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfuckin house
Cause if I stay in this motherfucker, I'm gunna end up fuckin' yo ass up
And I ain't tryin' to motherfuckin go to jail
I'm just going to jump in my motherfuckin shit get on the highway
Find me some dro, and get the fuck away from your motherfuckin ass
Before I lose my motherfuckin mind
Bye bitch
Oh shit
What the fuck... the motherfuckin police behind me
Shit
Had to get out the house far away from my bitch
(Had to get out the house far away from my bitch)
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some shit
(If I stay any longer it might be some shit)
And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo'
(Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo')
And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro
(And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro)
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit
(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit)
That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit
(That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit)
Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit
(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch
(Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch)



Autor(en): barbara


Barbara - Les 50 plus belles chansons de Barbara
Album Les 50 plus belles chansons de Barbara
Veröffentlichungsdatum
01-01-2012

1   A Mourir Pour Mourir
2   Du bout des lèvres
3   Perlimpinpin
4   Mon enfance
5   Parce que je t'aime
6   Une petite cantate
7   Si la photo est bonne
8   Le soleil noir
9   Les insomnies
10   Le sommeil
11   Chapeau Bas
12   Elle vendait des p'tits gateaux
13   Les Rapaces
14   O mes théâtrès (Live - Châtelet 93)
15   L'homme En Habit Rouge
16   Je serai douce
17   Toi
18   Au bois de Saint-Amand
19   Quand ceux qui vont (Live à l'Hippodrome de Pantin / 1981)
20   Rémusat
21   Vienne
22   Femme piano
23   Vivant poème
24   Marienbad
25   Le jour se lève encore
26   Gauguin (Lettre A J. Brel)
27   Mémoire mémoire (Live - Châtelet 87)
28   Sid'amour à mort (Live - Châtelet 87)
29   Gare de Lyon
30   Moi je me balance (Du film « La fiancée du pirate »)
31   À chaque fois (Hambourg 66)
32   Nantes
33   Septembre
34   Joyeux Noël
35   L'aigle noir
36   Dis, quand reviendras-tu ?
37   Pierre
38   Göttingen
39   Le mal de vivre
40   Ma Plus Belle Histoire D'Amour
41   Drouot
42   Madame
43   Je ne sais pas dire
44   Mille Chevaux D'Ecume
45   Mr Victor
46   Barbara Et Son Public
47   Il automne (live - Olympia 78)
48   Ce matin là (Version Inédite)




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