Текст песни What Happened To That Boy - Clipse , Baby

Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (tote 'em up, light it up, nigga)
Birdman, motherfucker (Birdman, motherfucker, -fucker)
Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA)
NO, nigga (NO, nigga)
What you smell? (Money smell)
Coca leaf plants, boy (coca leaf plants, bitch)
Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker
(Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little 'un, handle your business for me, boy)

(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Whoa)
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Malicious)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (yeah)

I heard they snitching on a player
Man, say it ain't so
Even as a youngin', they consigned me to blow
Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an eighth to an O

Word in the streets that the envy is me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely
I'm known for the flip of that cocaína
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 Series Beemer, man
Hit 'em with the Nina, man
Or that four-fift', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa

I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch
Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?
Don't compare me to you, nigga
You ain't this, whoa

(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (ayy, ayy)

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (let's get this money, baby)
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes
Been shitting up bricks (cuff 'em up)
Unload 'em to Gussy (light 'em up, bitch)
Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie
Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (brrr, brrr)
Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock

New whips, big chips, the Prada-Gucci shit
Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips
She takes my flight, she holds my weight
While the port was staked out from state to state
It ain't nothing to a baller, baby
Pay the cost, big money, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby
Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something
Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you

(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy

Ugh! Another soul lost
Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche
Ugh! The rims match, of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistening, wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord
My niece was four when she felt chinchilla

I passed the chauffeur that shit
That made fiends rise from the dead like Thriller
Gangster, hustler
At night, still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up
Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so
Quit your yappin' 'fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella

(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy? (Ayy)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (ayy, ayy)
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
(Brrr) what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
There it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell?
VA (VA), you know?
Uptown, nigga (Uptown, ride out)
We go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker)
Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together
Ayy, Pharrell, you did this here, nigga (you did it, nigga)
Thousand pieces (uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trak), hundred, you know

Let's get this money (yeah, let's get the money, baby)
Hey nigga, I smell something
Coca leaf plants, bitch (coca leaf plants)
Gettin' money, motherfucker (you under-smell?)
(Let's get the money, biatch, biatch)
However you want it, you can get it, pimp
From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga
We get it how we live
Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing, mother-