paroles de chanson Still in Effect - Freeway & Neef
Yeah,
uh,
uh
Freeway
flow
still
in
effect
I
might
end
up
peallin'
a
clip
Till
the
bullets
still
in
the
clip,
clip
still
in
the
teck
I
might
end
up
stealing
you
bitch
Catch
a
body
hide
out
in
the
Jets,
Jets
jersey
with
hat
to
match
Smack
you
bitch
I'm
in
the
club
with
Mack
Jay
and
Dame
You
cats
better
stay
in
your
lane
or
lay
in
a
ditch
'Cause
I'm
ridin'
and
my
click
feeling
the
same
Till
it's
my
time
to
feel
the
flames
I'ma
chill
in
the
blue
flame
all
in
the
six
With
my
mind
on
my
money
and
my
money
on
my
brain
Last
thing
he
know
all
these
hoes
ain't
use
to
know
me
Now
they
like
the
boy
I'll
take
'em
to
the
black
door
Give
'em
the
dick,
she
screaming
that
she
been
her
before
It's
like
the
five
o'clock
traffic
jam
we
in
the
mix
You
in
the
zone
with
the
ROC
bitch
It's
the
Lockness
monster
of
rap
boa
constrictor
of
splitters
The
Nile
river
of
flows
be
with
Hova
still
roll
with
my
niggaz
And
by
the
way
all
my
niggaz
move
boulders
Like
Barney
rubble
any
trouble
free
muffle
the
gat
I'm
young
and
black
with
a
chip
on
my
shoulder
It's
my
first
album
'bout
the
brothers
is
back
Like
men
in
black
same
city
as
Will
Freeway
know
for
pulling
the
gat
out
all
ya
stacks
haters
wanna
rap
Put
up
ya
deal
haters
I
line
'em
up
shut
'em
down
shut
up
they
trap
Go
through
they
act,
I
one
up
they
back,
hit
up
they
will
Other
than
that
I'm
killing
theses
tracks
earning
these
stacks
Trying
to
turn
my
vocals
to
a
million
Hell
ya
it's
Neef
Buck
nuttin'
change,
same
ball
Lost
a
couple
but
ain't
shit
I
got
more
D.U.N.S's
wear
your
damn
vests
P
90
rouge's
tear
you
the
fuck
up,
4 pounds
hit
you
the
hell
down
We
next
up
(We
next)
C
and
Bucky,
shits
'bout
to
get
ugly
Till
this
day,
you
won't
get
nuttin'
from
me
Got
some
hot
seashells
prolly
drop
you'd
tell
Before
the
cops
come
we
bounce
in
big
ass
excursions
Huggin'
the
road,
fallin'
back
blowin'
the
spice
with
the
windows
cracked
Just
another
day
around
the
way
duckin'
the
law
Got
the
ozium'
in
the
tuck,
AC
on
defrost
Nuttin'
sweet
with
Neef,
he
ain't
outta
control
Back
seat
of
my
Jeep,
we
swingin'
episode
SS
shotgun,
let
off
21,
who
want
some
Bust
a
Peggy
who
got
dumb
dumbs
(Pow,
pow
pow)
Fuck
you
think
I
come
from
You
betta
go
get
one
before
it's
too
late
Fifth
quake
put
you
on
your
damn
skates
White
sheet,
yellow
tape,
caution
at
all
'bout
some
rap
Never
bottle
stacks
ya
man
I'm
fed
up
with
you
cats
And
Bull
Bucky's
back
first
quarter,
it's
a
wrap
yes
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