paroles de chanson Down Bottom - Drag-On feat. Juvenile
[Juve]
Mmmm
hmmmmm
[Drag]
Ha
ha
hah
Oh!
Damn,
now
bop
to
this
Yeah,
uhh,
uhh,
y'all
know
what
this
is
(flame
on)
Juvenile,
Drag-On
(flame
on)
And
now.
Swizz
Swizz
Beats,
yea!
Me
and
my
niggaz
done
licked
shots,
even
done
hit
cops
Betcha
niggaz
can't
wait
til
my
shit
drop
Treat
you
like
your
momma,
give
you
lip
a
pop
Nigga
you
don't
want
my
clip
to
drop
Cause
that
means
I'm
empty,
and
you're
full
of
it
Check
what
the
bullet
did
Missiles
gonna
hit
you
get
you,
rip
through
tissue
Shoot
another
rhyme
just
cause
I
missed
you
I
make
plus
cash,
you
little
niggaz
can't
fuck
wit
Drag
Got
the
chain
out,
so
his
muscle
grabs
Nigga
fuck
that,
you
better
bust
back
'Fore
ya
monkey-ass
land
where
the
dust
at
Ride
like
the
girl
but
you
can't
trust
cash
Spit
line
of
fire
and
he
can't
touch
black
All
you
can
do
is
cuss
back
In
your
weak
raps
bout
how
you
bust
gats
Nigga
we
don't
need
that,
I
don't
care
about
your
feedback
Y'all
niggaz
don't
feed
Drag
Til
a
motherfucker
pull
out,
bust
a
bullet
out
In
the
safe
house,
nigga
where
the
keys
at
Nigga
where
the
stash
at,
nigga
where
the
weed
at
Nigga
pass
that
'fore
I
pull
my
trigger
Matter
fact
where
the
ass
at,
cause
I
got
the
"Rough
Rider"
And
I
ain't
talkin
bout
my
niggaz
Cause
nigga
we
can
go
hoe
for
hoe,
toe
to
toe,
blow
for
blow
And
when
you
feel
your
nose
crack
That
mean
I
broke
that,
I
fill
a
po'-po'
wit
a
flame
thrower
Like
I
told
yo'
befo'
ya
know
umm
- you
can't
handle
You
can
put
me
on
wax
but
my
fire
burn
candles
And
who
that
nigga
Ruff
Rydin,
Drag-On
Y'all
niggaz
and
Southsiders
Do
y'all
niggaz
bust
y'all
guns?
(Hell
yeah
we
bust
our
guns!!)
Do
y'all
fuck
them
til
they
cum?
(Damn
right
we
make
them
cum!!)
It's
for
the
North
(HEY)
South
(HEY)
East
(HEY)
West
(HEY)
Ruff
Ryders
gonna
show
y'all
niggaz
who
ride
the
best
Hmmmm,
hmmmmmmmm
In
the
late
night,
we
be
cockin
high
and
givin
you
stage
fright
Yo
head
might
explode,
when
I
bust
with
the
lead
pipe
Now
say
it
right,
Juvenile,
HE
tight
Stay
hype,
now
page
Mike
and
make
sure
he
got
all
the
yea,
aight?
I'm
tired
of
you
niggaz,
be
thinkin
that
you
usin
me
Runnin
with
them
petty-ass
niggaz
lookin
like
fools
to
me
I'm
workin
wit
some
change
aiy
And
aint
afraid
to
put
fifty
up
on
ya
brain
yay
You
bout
warrin
over
yo'
people
I'm
the
same
yay
Look,
I'ma
have
somebody
sayin
that's
the
shame
yay
But
if
them
people
come
they
ain't
gon'
give
no
names
yay
Play
with
the
number
one
stun'na
don't
play
no
games
yay
Come
outside
and
see
nothin
but
camouflage
and
bricks
Them
gather
up
boys
strapped
with
cannons
Tryin
to
knock
off
yo'
shit,
you
stanky
bitch
I'll
Ruff
Ryde
your
ass
then,
Cash
in
for
Money
Juven'
ain't
gettin
nuttin
ha
ha
hah
that
shit
is
funny
When
my
niggaz
get
knocked
we
gonna
bail
them
out
When
it
come
to
my
gun
my
shells
is
out
You
better
get
the
message,
cause
I
done
mailed
it
out
That
I'ma
bang
it
like
a
hammer
and
I'ma
nail
the
South
East
West,
and
write
letters
for
my
niggaz
up
North
My
guns
made
in
China,
so
you
better
dust
off
Comin
to
getcha,
you
gon'
bleed
ketchup,
I
always
got
cheddar
I
never
ass
bet
ya,
and
I
won't
even
sweat
ya
You
won't
roll
four
and
better
My
dough
is
never
low,
but
if
Drag
is
down
on
his
last
I'ma
reach
in
my
sweater,
bet
my
Baretta
Make
a
nigga
feel
the
heat
in
the
cold
weather
Can't
stand
a
nigga
hype,
throw
me
his
bitch
Bitch
come
to
my
shit,
you
betta
come
get
her
Be
like
a
dog
with
a
bone
I
run
with
her
Y'all
make
me
so
tired
Y'all
niggaz
still
rappin
like
you
don't
know
my
flow
is
fire
And
y'all
ain't
got
ya
suits,
ain't
got
ya
boots
Probably
gotta
gun
that
ain't
never
shoot
When
we
come
you
better
hope
they
don't
name
you
Cause
like
two
sticks
rubbin
I'll
flame
you
Don't
try
to
be
me
cause
I
ain't
you
'Fore
I
have
your
spirit
with
the
angels
My
shorty
keep
a
gun
on
the
ankles
Wanna
fuck?
Watch
out
she'll
bang
you
Cause
I
taught
her
well,
y'all
players
better
haul
to
hell
But
you
niggaz
couldn't
borrow
a
belt
Whoever
wit
you
is
goin
to
jail
Do
you
niggaz
bust
your
guns?
Oh
you
ain't
bustin
none,
huh?
You
wanna
fuck
em
til
they
cum,
huh?
Drag-On,
Juvenile,
Double
R,
what
you
want
huh?
1 Intro
2 Let Me Talk to You
3 Skit
4 Born in Tha Ghetto
5 You Gone Get It
6 24 Hours to Live (remix)
7 The Biggie Remix
8 Volume 3
9 Stick Em Up
10 Joe Buddens Beat Freestyle
11 Gangsters
12 Bronx Nigga Freestyle
13 My Fire Is Hot
14 Freestyle
15 Love for Drag
16 Left for Dead
17 Down Bottom
18 Move Bitch (remix)
19 Fuck Wit Me
20 Hot 97 Freestyle
21 Ruff Ryders Anthem
22 Get High (remix)
23 Jail Shit
24 Lets Talk About It
25 My Niggas
26 Outro
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