Текст песни Fatal Pressure - Mooch , M.A.V. , Rigz , Rob Gates , Crown

YoYoYoYoYoYoYoYo
You already know we was coming to the motherfuckin' party,You heard!
It's the Underground Crown man
Yall n****s already know we don't give a fuck about none of that shit
We break crowns and all that
You know slap n*****s and all that
Get cracked and all that
IT'S DA CLOTH N*****************
Yoyo, I beat the shorty like kittio
I'm good with my syllables shoppin' and chop the 50
Shot the chopper like a chopper I helicopter the semi
If I gotta come back, i'm making Popi a frisbee
Toss his ass straight to my dogs, they want the benjis
Bend ya head on the corner, I left 'em next to a 10 speed
This dopeanese dope house spittin', I need my rent please
Ya favorite rapper try me, it's nasty, they gettin' Swiss cheesed
My 16's are seldom, have 'em feeling like 16
My dope so pure be flyin' like when the wind breeze
I breeze off, come wit the titties and then i squeeze off
Being deep on the beach I give her D, then I recharge
The way she gave me knowledge I gotta say it was retard
Underground Crown from the water we whippin' Sea Moss
This real shit they talkin' we livin' the shit that we on
Number 1 you n*****s pee on
Ayo the streets psalms beams on the baby 80's, the neons
It's been awhile since you seen this many phenoms
Past ya level, i'm broke ima smash the peddle
It's XD 40 on me with the ashy metal
I'll make a way out, no way it ain't my path to settle
But for now, the smack white and all the cracks be yellow
Frontin' thinking you living long, ima slash ya schedule
Get beat, back of the head till it's flat and jello
You bout to dumb it down, we runnin' laps all through the underground
Stomp the crown, or whoever got it this hungry sound
Came from the times I felt like the hurt speak
Droughts had a stressed, it's close to the 3rd week
Now i'm going to a territory that's foreign, let's hit the fiends
Line 'em up, tell 'em 10, i'll be back in the morning
And bookin', get in the rain had a dream of performing
Got bonded out then I know... don't play with ya callin'
I got a house click and 3 n***** that's in the West
The fiends steady mobbin' they saying my shits the best
There's always 1 n**** that's trying to spend the cheque
Before we drop a bag wit me, need something that he can test
See I let it talk, hand over the bread and walk
This not that relationship, I went off the blood and chalk
Yeah the money good, but the semi make 'em somersault
Bubble through the Winter Rock, I might take the Summer off
These n***** is rap fanatics
I'm into cracks, and packin' nasty matics
Drugs and guns go hand-in-hand, but that's a nasty habit
They talkin' Underground Crown
I'm talkin' heavy grey rounds and close quarters
Get it over no torches
What you know about them schick razors, on those saucers... nothing
Go harder than welfare enforcer
Coke connoisseur, and a poppy to endource ya
Either way, whatever the dealings is going to cost ya!
I had to sell hard, to make a couple of dollars here
Now I got the house, it's the door at the bottom rear
N***** foul set you up, I need to biggest Lexus truck
I told you we can bet the buck.n***** aha
Ayo 3 clicks for the 9.11, had to triple-up
Run-down, n**** hot, he gone put his gun down
Ayo Forty that you, you know I like a 40 that's new
Sporty like coup
She ain't my bitch she like you... you can keep her
I look expensive in Nike boots
Make it look simple
I'm the lead on the pencil... n****, i'm the lead on the pencil
I'm gettin' money in the town a hundred for 5 eighths
All the rubber pounds they sent it through 5 states
I'm puttin' on every extension a 9 take
Smack you over and over till mine break
Underground Crown we making the town shake... wassup... n****!
Cloth!
Southside!
Fuck outta here!
Gone!