paroles de chanson Outlawz - Pouya , Terror Reid

(Man wassup?
Its terror reid, pouya
408 305 coast to coast you know
How the fuck we ride)

I was born with the mind of a mad man
Undastand terror pushin dust like a fan
God damn you just found out that i′m the man? where u been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It been like that since
Way before we bounced back
We snatching diamonds out the
Glass and we sell em right back
Fuck around and get jacked
Nah ya can't have it back
The vanilla villian always
Keep his train on the track

So gimme da cheese hit the flo′
Reid all up in ya hoe
Bust a 45 nose dive you ain't
Make it out tha doe
Now we standing toe to toe
But i can't stand a filthy hoe
You ain′t about this life
So check yo self and
Get ghost oh, he aint know?
I curl hoes toes w my flavor blasted flows
About enough doe
To make the ocean explode
This ain′t a joke I aint a tv show host
With the 305 demon doin the most

And while we on the subject
You fuckin' with a suspect
The frontin′ and we know that
We fuck em up in public
He prolly off that prozac
Swingin' from my ball sack
Just got the nine shined bitch made
And u dont want that
You can′t rap like me
And mofucka i just started
Comin' to clean it up
Like walberg in the departed
So lemme pass it off to the OG trend setta microphone shredda
Yall muthafuckas betta

Follow me follow me.
I could show you everythang
You was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea
With they feet all in concrete bitch
Grab yo daddys gun and come with me
Follow me follow me.
I could show you everythang
You was supposed to see
Like a million in cash
Grab the cheddar betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut we bout to burn yo ass

You dont want me to bring
It back to my old ways
It′s always my way baby all day
It's my day today im
Playin with the AK got the
40 clappin broad day like ay bay bay
I'm feelin myself 40 thousand on the felt
I gotta problem can somebody give me help?
Betta yet a belt see me hanging
From my ceilin′ fan
No i cant be yo superman
′Cause i cant save myself
Baby bone got a bone to pick with rappers
Thinkin they slick they quick to lick the dick
They jumping ship the ship no loyalty
Money money money yea the root of evil
Got me jumping over backwards
Like evil kaneval
Let me die like elvis where i feel my safest
I just pray the opposition dont find
Where the safe is
My bitches dont get fed until
They bring me bread
How many rappers in my city
Really want me dead?
Hate turnin to jealousy then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye
Yelling pussy just pull it
You bout that i doubt that
I take yo baby momma straight to outback
And blew her fuckin back out im bout that

Follow me follow me.
I could show you everythang
You was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with
They feet all in concrete bitch
Grab yo daddys gun and come with me
Follow me follow me.
I could show you everythang
You was supposed to see
Like a million in cash
Grab the cheddar betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut we bout to burn yo ass