paroles de chanson Boogeyman (Gotta Get Down) - King Troopa

When it comes down-down to this rippin and rappin this nigga be snappin
Lights, camera, action my music's my passion my nigga what's happenin
To my brothers on the block tryna keep it on the lock, one time for the struggle
Two times for the hustle, third time keep it legit stayin out of trouble
I'm sitting in a room and I'm lookin at four walls, thinkin of a big plan
How to get this big money, just one deep, tryna get it with my back hand
Game smooth like a lap dance, tryna keep it on lock like a prison guard
You can bump this track in the street, drive, road, lane, avenue, and your boulevard
My squad get it in hard, yeah, you can say we on a come up
Been chasin those dead green guys ever since I was a young buck
You can tell by the females, they steady be lurkin and murkin my lane
Better stack yo cash fast, cause if you don't they'll treat you like a lame
Girls game-runnin I'm serious if I catch her frontin
I'll play her emotions and then I'll push on to the other woman
Got no time for no silly girls if they fall in love, then I gotta slide
Gotta keep it movin no stoppin if you wanna ride let's glide, oh my

No time to stand and look around you gotta get down
Better hustle collect yo dividends this game too easy
You can never be greedy, but if so then you better pack a round my nigga
You'll get punished for breakin laws and steppin out of bounds my nigga
No time to stand and look around you gotta get down
I done seen what happened to haters they get swept down underground

Na-na, now let's gone and riiide our way to the ghetto
Where them niggas sell packs and them niggas bust gats
That's all they really know from the get-go
And all the hoes that know that if you ballin tough you got paper
On the other hand if you got cheddar then you better watch yo back
Cause them boys be robbin major
One time for my niggas in El Dorado, we tryna make a comeback
If you don't wanna catch ghost don't come too close, you tryna make contact
If a nigga think he from the streets, I bust the peace, and leave a nigga underneath
This nigga lemonade dog, I think he sweet
Leave feet pokin out from the end of the sheet