paroles de chanson The Lox - Drew Davis

Yeah-yeah

Bitch, I'm in yo city, what's the plots?
Money, power, respect, key, the Lox
Test my patience, let a nigga slide? I think not (Let a nigga slide? I think not)
We ain't at loose ends, yes we knotted up (Big knots)
I been gettin' fed, man, it's not enough
'Body get outta line, know we chalk it up
Game come with fame, players switch it up, 'cause they popular (these lil' niggas start poppin')

I ain't wit the politics, these niggas belong on CNN (Niggas on the news)
I take a day trip straight to Vegas, guess we sinnin' then (Ain't shit new)
Lord knows, she need that nose cinnamon (Coca-ine)
Need a pair of twins, or at least two bitches look like synonyms (Send 'em in)
Word to KQ, Christ, Egypt, Fitz, Ant 'nem
Two my brothers sittin', one on trial, one in the pen
Pope shot me these hollows, here we go again
Bitch, I got this rocket, any nigga talk gon' meet his effin' end

Bitch, I'm in yo city, what's the plots?
Money, power, respect, key, the Lox
Test my patience, you gon' see results like the doc (Results like the doc)
We ain't at loose ends, yes we knotted up
I been gettin' fed, man, it's not enough
'Body get outta line, know we chalk it up
Game come with fame, players switch it up, 'cause they popular

Huh, I'ma run down on yo ass with the troops (whew, whew)
She just wanna bump, love that bump, leave a bruise (Whew, whew)
Hit that hood park and you know they gon' shoot (Whew, whew)
Niggas can't hang like a civil rights noose
All these hoes bark, but don't bite, she a pooch (Hahaha)
She could handle dick, she can't handle the truth
Pussy niggas tighten up, when they see my niggas get loose
This wine calling my spirits, I don't do that Grey Goose
Nonchalant in my appearance, all my peers got points to prove, huh
Cena, nigga peerin', peep the hoes came with Drew
Scoop got the crib secured, man that peep hole won't do
Sent the peep show, got comfortable, now a freak show in my room
Think she bust my ear drum, when her ass clap, it boom
Switched lanes to the fast track, nigga yo life been on laugh track (Clown)
Told ya bitch "I'll take a stab at it" (Why not)
Came from seein' Momma as a addict
Now I'm movin' up, like I want the attic
In the hot seat, that hot box made the air thin, now I'm asthmatic
Need the greens first like the first hit, that's why I'm with 'Gypt in the fuckin' backwoods
Got bad habits, but these fuck niggas livin' ass backwards
Legit wood chip a nigga, swear a brick hit him like the fuckin' backboard
Came from Mack 10, "Foe Life", at the Los Angeles Forum (Los Angeles Forum)
Pussies use they fingers over fuckin' rap forums, it's a fuckin' wrap (For 'em)

Bitch, I'm in yo city, what's the plots?
Money, power, respect, key, the Lox
Test my patience, let a nigga slide? I think not (Let a nigga slide? I think not)
We ain't at loose ends, yes we knotted up
I been gettin' fed, man, it's not enough
'Body get outta line, know we chalk it up
Game come with fame, players switch it up 'cause they popular

I'ma-I'ma run down on yo ass with-
Troops
Troops
I'ma run down
True
I'ma run down