paroles de chanson II Trill - Z-RO , Bun B

Oooo yea
Wutz up pimp
I feel ur present right now
Yo bun, u know many were called &
Few were cho0sen
U da choosen 1 ma nigga
Da future president
Congradulations
By the way i need u to send a trill msg to sum
Nd a sublimalnal one to other
About this throwin rocks
Nd being behind ur head biznes
Please let them kno
That we gon give them whay they ask for
(Bun b)
Mayne im to hard for all of u soft niggas
To real for most of you lames
To hard to be in this rap shit in da streets its da same
To throwed up in this game
To true to my hood
Im to down to get down
So lets get it understood
To bad to be good
To golden not to glistzen
To focused for footboyz to fuck off my mission
To smart not to listen
When g′z pull my goal
Bout dem white folks thatz listing
And watching my move
Theres real shit u can quote
Im to gansta, to street
So don't run up to fast
Cause im to straped wit dat heat
Im to dirty to be neat
To gorilla to be monkey
To fly to stay grounded
To fresh to be funky
2many licks for junkies
To much work for flippers
To much dro for smoking
To much apphademphas
No need for u to trip
Cause we bring to much drama
Got to many killas
Put dat on ma mama
To trill!
(Zero)
Iiiiiiiiiiii im
To trill to to to trill
All about ma dolla bills
Nd even if i tried
I can never fall off
To much money on my mind
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im
Trill to too too trill
All this penitentri skills
Its simple nd plain
If i retire u youngins
Would kno wut to do wit da game
(Bun b)
Man im to serious for dis play playaz
To much bread to make
For me to fuck all my time
On these catz datz to fake
They say to many wayz
Nd too many to em
Ur homeboy cant get it
Im too ready to do it to em
To many gun out here get pulled
To many slugdes out here get bust
Leave ur brain matter bone fragments
Nd dick up in da dust
To many niggas have been crushed
To let ur bitch ass come try me!
Got smart game got gun play
U be screaming wammy!
To close don′t get by me
Ur to prone to tell
Bout these bodies we catchin
Dis dope dat we sell
Ur to weak man to frail
To light up in ur britches
U to much dick ride'n
Man u worst den this bitches
Kno to many snithces
Dat u break'n bread wit
You to close to police
For u want sum bad shit
So u can go head wit
Dat sell we wont buy
Im to smart for all dat dumb shit
U number boyz try me
Im to trill
(Zero)
Iiiiiiiiiiiii im
To trill to to to trill
All about ma dolla bills
Nd even if i tried
I can never fall off
To much money on my mind
Iiiiiiiiiiimmmmm
To trill to too too trill
All this penitentri skillz
Its simple nd plain
If i retire u youngins
Would kno wut to do wit da game
(Bun b)
Man im to sick of all this sweet shit
Cause im c′n to much smiling
To much for gas posing
Nd punk ass provilng
To many niggas be front′n
Like dey got da town on lock
Nd to much money in da bank
Nd to many hoes is on dey jock
But u smoke too many of dem rocks
Dat u prayed me you done sold
Ive done been out on dem blocks
Nd u aint got to much control
Man ur workers aint dat koo
Man dey sum hoes
More unlisten
Nd dey to ready to fold
Cause dey cant take too much presser
Let me mash on em
Yes son, dey in violation
Go get em'
It wont be to long for we mop up da floor wit em
Its rap-a-lot for life
We′ve been done here to long
For these haterz to brings us down
We to right, dey to wrong
To black nd to strong
To go on life to prong
To ready for da rugters
To close to my trunk
We can pop or we can chunk
We can blast or we can go
From da shoulders
Bitch i tried to told you
But if u aint know
Bitch im to trill!