paroles de chanson Puttin' It Down - Mista Madd

(Intro: Mista Madd)
Yeah... Comin' back like y'all fools didn't think I was, huh
You better check it out for real

(Verse 1:)
Didn't think I was going to return, ha ha, the middle finger to you
It's the return of the nigga that you love to hate because of the things I do
Peep game, it's a shame why y'all hatin' so much
Man, because you ain't the mista and that's just too tough
Now I ain't gon call yo name out, that will give you some props
Can't do that, when I rather knock yo fuckin' block off
You schemin' with yo homies to hold this figga back, all you bitchs
I gots y'all like L's might as will be in a car with some switches
Wishes you make deep down, to be so tight
Won't you go ahead and admit that mista nice on the mic
See you a clown, and you don't represent yo town
Nigga, if I see you on the west side, I'll make yo ass bow down
In fact you a joke, now punk you a trick
Can't even get respect with yo homies in yo click
Quit bein' a player hata and be a player congratulator now
And recognize a real player when he puttin' it down

(Chorus: Greg Curtis)
As the world keeps spinin' round and round
Represent the south where we puttin' it down
(Puttin' it down)... Puttin' it down
As the world keeps spinin' round and round
Represent the south where we puttin' it down
(Yeaahhh)... Puttin' it down

(Verse 2: Mista Madd)