paroles de chanson The Purge - Kurupt , ScHoolboy Q , Tyler, The Creator
My
daddy
said
drown,
nigga
(Pow,
pow,
pow!)
Coming
in
for
yours
Niggas
got
them
choppers
and
they
knocking
at
your
door
The
sirens
getting
louder
when
the
bodies
hit
the
floor
Why
you
look
confused?
Mothafucka,
this
is
war
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
As
this
G
shit
begin,
put
this
product
placement
on
your
chin
The
realest
nigga
breathing,
y'all
pretend
Real
Crippy
since
I
hopped
off
the
swing
With
my
strap,
that's
my
peace
offering
(Yo,
yeah,
uh,
yeah)
Five
shots
get
rung
out,
five
bodies
falling
Come
put
your
lights
out,
I
spark
your
apartment
Deadline
my
clothing,
don't
fuck
with
Pink
Dolphin
Strap
on
his
hairline,
his
forehead
gets
softened
Send
extras
through
his
chest
bones,
shit,
he
don't
need
that
coffin
Most
niggas
would've
run
away,
but
me
I'm
out
here
walking
Bucket
hat
with
my
shades
on,
my
wardrobe
look
awesome
Now
nah,
I
ain't
on
no
dolphin,
fuck
rhyming,
I'm
Cripping
Niggas
rap
about
what
I'm
living,
all
this
false
claiming,
I'm
marring
Doing
drive-bys
I
ain't
steering,
white
Peter
Rose,
I
ain't
tearin'
Fuck
your
bitch
in
front
of
your
children
Steal
your
whip
side
of
my
building,
yeah
Put
my
dick
and
nuts
in
her
mouth,
bust
in
her
hair
I'm
very
rare,
got
my
trigger
on
top
of
my
underwear
Bitch,
I'm
everywhere
and
over
there
You
die
here,
let
off
a
pair
(YAWK,
YAWK)
(Pow,
pow,
pow!)
Coming
in
for
yours
Niggas
got
them
choppers
and
they
knocking
at
your
door
The
sirens
getting
louder
when
the
bodies
hit
the
floor
Why
you
look
confused?
Mothafucka,
this
is
war
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
House
full
of
kilos,
sold
pound
to
zeros
Cocaine
my
hero,
you
in
Figg
Side,
getting
Deeboed
Always
asking
for
the
burner
light,
young
niggas
still
free
load
Heart
big
as
my
ego,
don't
fly
around
my
signal
I'll
rearrange
your
dental,
Crippy
my
house
shoes
Blue
rag
disciples,
murder
I'm
liable,
you
get
the
Eiffel
Aim
out
the
eyeball,
I'm
getting
violent,
I
got
the
strike
once
Won't
get
the
strike
twice,
you
niggas
half
price
Which
means
you
half
off,
I'm
going
Adolf
I'm
smoking
bath
salt,
two
sherm
sticks,
burn
this,
ooh
Knock-knock
through
the
condo's,
Schoolboy
from
the
five
deuce
But
Hoover
respect
to
you
unranked,
don't
fuck
around,
get
that
chin
banged
Groovelining,
Crip
walk
the
whole
mile
Blue
Belts,
still
my
pants
down,
Chuck
Taylors,
Cortezes,
hush
puppies
My
Glock,
yeah,
fuck
buddy,
make
money,
take
money
Earn
crack
money,
drug
money,
bail
money
Heard
they
got
life
for
me,
but
how
they
got
life
for
me
When
they
took
that
from
me,
since
I
had
my
nose
runny
I
was
out
past
sunny,
had
the
strap
by
my
tummy
You
can
go
and
ask
mommy,
grab
a
body
bag,
homie,
yeah
(Pow,
pow,
pow!)
Coming
in
for
yours
Niggas
got
them
choppers
and
they
knocking
at
your
door
The
sirens
getting
louder
when
the
bodies
hit
the
floor
Why
you
look
confused?
Mothafucka,
this
is
war
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Bust
my
gun
all
by
myself
Rock
cocaine
all
my
myself
Poured
propane
all
on
myself
Go
so
hard
might
harm
myself
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
nigga,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
it's
Kurupt
young
mothafucking
Gotti
Still
rolling
in
a
6,
I
don't
fuck
with
the
Bugatti
Come
up
in
this
mothafucka
looking
for
a
bitch
Probably
sucked
on
my
dick
then
you
kissed
it
on
the
lips
The
integral,
South
Central
sentinel
Get
roped
and
choked,
poetical
tentacles
stretch
Get
roped
and
choked
and
rope-a-doped
Extra
overdose
of
the
oki-doke
Get
a
nigga
smoked,
I
ain't
no
joke
Tired
of
this
bullshit
and
everything
y'all
talk
about
They
walked
'em
in,
I
walked
'em
out
They
talked
'em
in,
I
chalked
'em
out
Now
cock
back
that
Oxy
(Pow-pow,
pow-pow)
Walking
in
South,
pistols
popping,
top
is
popping
off
Pop
a
tab
in
this
neighborhood,
rode
it
60
bars
Ghetto
tribalist,
squeezing
pussy
like
octopuses
Show
me
where
the
money
at,
show
me
where
the
kush
is
Next
time
you
see
me
I'll
probably
be
in
the
bushes
This
is
the
reasons
why
I
won't
be
fucking
with
pussies
like
you
Me,
Tyler,
and
Schoolboy
Q,
we
told
them
(Pow,
pow,
pow!)
Coming
in
for
yours
Niggas
got
them
choppers
and
they
knocking
at
your
door
The
sirens
getting
louder
when
the
bodies
hit
the
floor
Why
you
look
confused?
Mothafucka,
this
is
war
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
Yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga,
uh,
yeah,
nigga
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2 Pusha Man
3 Gravy
4 Fuck LA
5 Grooveline, Part 2
6 Grooveline, Pt. 2
7 His & Her Fiend
8 His & Her Friend
9 Man of the Year
10 Break the Bank
11 Hell of a Night
12 Prescription / Oxymoron
13 Studio
14 Studio
15 Hoover Street
16 Collard Greens
17 Prescription / Oxymoron
18 His & Her Friend
19 Los Awesome
20 The Purge
21 Blind Threats
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