paroles de chanson Stincs Run LA - Drakeo the Ruler

(I get my word from the narco)

Talkin' to the thugs if its war
Slither with the snakes I got five mops in the jungle
Handing out extensions if you want a hunnid
I got 9 hundiddies in a bundle
Let a nigga miss pay me, we on his bumper
Catch you on a camel back, I'ma cross you
I ain't knockin' beat 'cause that's nothing

Let it burn if it singing like Usher, I got five model bitches that are foreign
Free throw easy like a Sunday morning
They like Drakeo making money up and touring
Keep my name out your mouth 'fore we extort you

Guess we gotta pull the plug no remorse
And grab those 20 wok pints for me and serve 'em
These little emblems on my whip made me important
I seen the spirit on my hood, it made me nervous
20 know my opposition when we clubbing
I got Nina Ross with me, she's a snorter
All she wanna do is blow if you're important
Work on the table, anybody need employment?

Out the window suit and tie like we in cooperate
I think nigga in my comments is the police
Make sure if you making threats, you own a blower
When we stop playing for keeps don't get emotional
Another friendly opp dead, they going through the motions
That's for calling every nigga in yo' group yo' family
I'm finna put a whole in nigga the size of randy
Donuts, I made him feel the bass like Elvis Presley

Hard rock, most be smoking on it nigga you dissing Ketchy
I'll Bart choke a nigga for this dough like Homer Simpson
That little shack you call a home is hardly littered
Three opps turn to two and a half men, I'm Charlie Sheen, ugh
All the sparks from the K got gunpowder on my mouth

I'm Kevin, neat Kevin, don't leave me home alone
It's a doggy dog world who feeding me a bone
If I got I'ma take it, I'm serious
For a week, I made all my opps bleed
Had 'em hiding under trees like my sentence done
Period, Maeling, ling-ling, so young
Kim Lee, bitch the stincs run the city, are you serious?

We know the truth
We know what's going on
Forget all that nice shit, nigga know what going on
We know the truth
Long live Jameion Davis, free Kellz, free Mellz
Free everybody, free Rassy, shit
We know the truth