Текст песни Drag Shit (Album Version (Explicit)) - Drag-On

I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me Sandman
Cause when I got smoke that suck, I got coke to cut

Leavin niggas so doped up they chokin off they doe up
Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8
Nigga call the D.A., jail I can't see me in
A year's too long, it's only short if you got three in
I run with niggas on the run from 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months already, I wanna spray shit up

Keep braggin bout your cars, I'mma see drama before it happen
When I roll up hard, you don't know what the fuck cab I'm in
Cause I can pop up and peel back
And all I could promise is peeled caps with holes
Like the bullets was damn near poles
I see your Lex' couped out, your sunroof's out
Now look at me, droppin three in your dome, food in your mouth
Leave a nigga head blowin his horn with his signals on
Door locked, I'm forcin this, call cops, I'm four blocks

See I spit hard cause I know that's what y'all want
Y'all ain't satisfied till I'm drivin with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
All you see is a shoelace, teared up from the back
As I'm fishtailin the Ac'
Who I sound like? C'mon dog, my boys drown mics
But nigga don't compare, stop talkin and come here

You know where I be at, BX, and nigga bring that
I already got mine, the only difference, I'll pop mine nigga

Ruff Rydin nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, they marry the ground
Drag, dash on, the fire's real
We don't talk about guns, we don't pop our steel
You don't sound like us, get down like us
Make a nigga moms frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, I'mma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine

I don't sound close to niggas
Niggas runnin around, roller coaster niggas

I make poster niggas when I put the toast to niggas
Let me see how niggas swim
Cause what I tote soak niggas and deep throat niggas
Spit flames, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why niggas rush the border
They don't really run they freedom, they just wanna see him

So I can speak words to please em and mislead em
To have em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs
Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up, just out of love
Drag by Treach in New York? Hell naw!
I got Cuban, send me Cuban cigars for these bars
So fuck y'all is all I can tell y'all, the rest is no tact
I'm fire so y'all can never be no match
Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back

Came in in all white, left out in all black
When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel them burnin sensations, know it's clock time
You know like, 2 to 6 or 3 to 9
9 To 12 and under that, ain't nuttin but shells

Pick em up, throw em right in my shelf
Tell a kid this is for every bad mother that is sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we can do it like Nike

Ruff Rydin nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, they marry the ground
Drag, dash on, the fire's real
We don't talk about guns, we don't pop our steel
You don't sound like us, get down like us
Make a nigga moms frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, I'mma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine