Текст песни Wet My Whistle - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[Sara
Stokes]
Uh,
Uh,
Uh,
Uh,
Uh,
Adjust
ya
radio
Boy
you
got
me
tripping,
boy
you
got
me
tripping
Baby
wet
my
whistle,
boy
you
got
me
tripping
You
got
me
heated
So
won't
you
wet
my
whistle,
boy
you
drive
me
crazy
And
I
can't
get
enough
[Verse
1]
(It's
him)
With
the
B-to
the
Double
O-M
You
can
feel
the
breeze
from
the
Rover,
the
Benz
You
can
hear
it
over
and
over
again
As
I
get
closer
and
closer,
then
Rolling
by
the
pose
with
the
blow
and
the
dro
and
the
Blend,
with
the
soldier
grin
Rolling
by
the
sto'
with
the
4-0,
Sitting
in
my
lap
like
Ice
Cube
way
back
when
But
we
too
grown,
so
we
roll
by
a
hoe
in
the
two
tone,
Maybach
Benz
(He
ain't
even
from
the
hood)
sell
it
to
the
streets
Nigga
yelling
that
to
me,
you
selling
that
for
cheap
You
best
stick
to
walking,
unless
you'd
like
to
be
offed'en
For
less
then
the
price
of
a
coffin
Nigga
where
them
dollars
at'
Straighten
up
your
face
I'm
smelling
you
aroma,
you
hating
up
the
place
Before
I
start
K'ing
up
the
place,
this
is
what
you
fearing
[Chorus:
Sara
Stokes
+ (Royce
Da
5'9")]
Adjust
your
radio
Boy
you
got
me
tripping
(This
is
what
you
hearing,
Boom)
Boy
you
got
me
tripping
(This
is
what
you
hearing,
Boom)
Baby
wet
my
whistle
(Boom)
Boy
you
got
me
tripping
(This
is
for
the
trunks
with
Them
thangs
in
'em,
Boom)
You
got
me
heated
(This
is
for
the
trunks
with
them
thangs)
So
won't
you
wet
my
whistle'
(Boom)
Boy
you
drive
me
crazy
(This
is
for
the
trunks
with
Them
thangs
in
'em,
Boom)
And
I
can't
get
enough
[Verse
2]
It's
him,
with
the
B-to
the
Double
O-M
You
can
feel
the
breeze
from
the
Rover,
the
Benz
You
can
hear
it
over
and
over
again
As
I
get
closer
and
closer,
then
Sounding
like
a
plane
on
the
landing
strip
Wheels
looking
like
fans
on
a
whip
Backseat
of
my
Benz
lets
swing
an
episode
Come
on,
cheat
on
ya
man
ma,
he
don't
have
to
know
I
got
a
room
like
the
Real
World
confessional
Booth,
I
only
allow
true
professional
(Can
we
turn
the
camera
off')
Uh-uh,
that's
a
no
(Can
I
put
my
shoes
on
ya
seat')
Uh-uh,
that's
a
no,
I
bring
a
light
to
ya
hood
with
me
Hop
in
this
car
and
shine
honey
if
you
wanna
be
looking
good
with
me
You
see
that
full
clip
by
him,
like
he
that
hood
rich
nigga
Riding
in
that
BF
Goodrich
tire
My
status
in
the
streets
don't
matter
When
the
haters
come
thru
like
the
static
in
the
speakers
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
Boom,
niggaz
at
the
car
wash
looking
(looking)
scheming
(scheming)
Tires
gleaming
(gleaming)
ya'll
stay
mad
At
the
wood
grain
in
the
parque
dash
Stash
in
the
deck,
albums
banging
(banging)
Off
the
fiberglass
of
the
Vette
(like
Boom)
While
we
hanging,
doing
our
thang
Me
and
one
of
my
mayne,
it's
a
summertime
thang
[Outro:
Sara
Stokes]
Boom...
haha...'I-C
Boy
you
got
me
tripping
Boy
you
got
me
heated
And
I
can't
get
enough
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1 I Owe You
2 Ride
3 Wet My Whistle
4 Politics
5 Why You Lookin' at My Dog
6 Right Back
7 Skit
8 Blow Dat
9 Chips on Pistons
10 Fuck My Brains Out
11 Independent's Day
12 Meeting of the Bosses
13 Paranoia
14 Lay It Down
15 Yeah
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