Текст песни Down Bottom - JUVENILE , Drag-On , Ruff Ryders
Mmmm,
mmmm.
Ha,
Ha,
Ha
Oh,
Damn
Now
bop
to
this
Oh
Yeah
Ya'll
know
what
this
is
Flame
on
Juvenile,
Drag-on
Flame
on
And
now
Swizz,
Swizz
Beatz
yeah
Me
and
my
niggas
done
licked
shots
Even
done
hit
cops
Bet
ya'll
niggas
can't
wait
till
my
shit
drop
Treat
you
like
your
moma
given'
lip
to
pop
Nigga
you
don't
want
my
paper
drop
Cause
that
means
I'm
empty
And
your
full
of
it
Check
what
the
bullet
did
Missiles
gonna
hit
you
get
you
Rip
through
tissue
Should
have
never
rhymed
this
cause
I
miss
you
I
make
plus
cash
(Wha)
Ya'll
little
niggas
can't
fuck
wit
Drag
Got
the
chain
out
So
it's
bust
and
grab
Nigga
fuck
that
You
better
bust
back
'fore
ya
nigga
ask
back
where
the
vest
at
Rock
like
a
girl
but
you
can't
trust
cash
Spit
like
a
fire
but
you
can't
touch
black
(What?
What?
What?)
All
you
can
do
is
cuss
back
And
read
back
how
you
bust
gats
Nigga
we
don't
need
that
I
don't
care
about
your
feed
back
(Uh)
Ya'll
niggas
don't
feed
Drag
Tell
a
motherfucker
pull
out
Bust
a
bullet
out
In
ya
safe
house
Nigga
where
the
keys
at
Nigga
where
the
stash
at
Nigga
where
the
weed
at
Nigga
pass
that
'fore
I
pull
my
trigger
Mater
fact
where
the
ass
at
Cause
I
got
the
Ruff
Ryders
And
I
aint
talkin
bout
my
niggas
Nigga
we
can
go
hoe
for
hoe
Toe
to
toe
Blow
for
blow
And
when
you
fell
your
nose
crack
That
mean
I
broke
that
I'm
fittin
to
PO-PO
wit
a
flame
thrower
like
I
told
yo'
befo'
ya
know
You
can't
handle
it
You
can
put
me
on
wax
but
my
fire
burn
candles
And
who
that
nigga
Ruff
Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll
niggas
and
south
siders
Do
ya'll
niggas
bust
ya'll
guns
Hell
yeah
we
bust
our
guns
Do
you
fuck
them
'till
they
cum
Damn
right
we
make
them
cum
It's
for
the
north
Head
South,
Head
East,
Head
West
Ruff
Ryders
gonna
show
ya'll
niggas
who
rides
the
best
In
the
late
night
We
be
cockin
high
givin'
you
stage
fright
Yo'
head
might
explode
When
I
bust
with
the
lead
pipe
And
I
say
right
Juvenile
hey
tight
Stay
hype
Now
page
Mike
And
make
sure
he
got
all
the
yeah
aight
I'm
tired
of
niggas
be
thinkin
that
you
usein'
me
Runnin
with
them
petty
ass
niggas
lookin'
like
fools
to
me
I'm
workin
wit
some
change
ha
And
aint
afraid
to
put
50
up
on
ya
brain
ha
You
'bout
warin'
over
ya
people
I'm
the
same
ha
Look
I'ma
have
some
body
sayin'
thats
the
shame
game
But
if
them
people
come
they
aint
gonna
give
no
names
ha
Playin'
with
the
number
one
son
don't
play
no
games
ha
Come
outside
don't
see
nothin'
but
camoflage
and
bricks
Yo'
get
some
boys
straped
with
(ban)
danas
tryin
knock
off
yo'
shit
Ya
stankin'
bitch
I
Ruff
Ryde
your
ass
then
Cashin'
for
money
Juve
aint
gettin
nothin'
Ha,
Ha,
Ha
that
shit
is
funny
When
my
niggas
get
knocked
we
gonna
bail
them
out
When
it
come
to
my
gun
my
shells
is
out
You
better
get
the
message
cause
I
done
mailed
it
out
I'ma
bang
like
a
hammer
and
I'ma
nail
us
out
East
west
the
right
this
for
my
niggas
up
north
My
guns
made
in
China
so
you
better
dust
off
Cause
when
they
getcha
you
gonna
be
ketchup
I
always
got
chedder
I
never
ass
bet
ya'
And
I
won't
even
sweat
ya'
We
roll
much
larger
and
better
My
dough
is
never
low
But
if
Drag
is
down
on
his
last
I'ma
reach
in
my
sweater
bet
my
baretta
Make
a
nigga
feel
heat
in
cold
weather
Can't
stand
a
nigga
hype
Throw
me
his
bitch
Bitch
come
to
my
shit
You
betta
come
get
her
Be
like
a
dog
with
a
bone
I
run
with
her
Ya'll
make
me
so
tired
Ya'll
niggas
still
rappin'
like
ya'll
don't
know
my
flows
fire
Ya'll
aint
got
ya'll
boots
Aint
got
ya'll
suits
probaly
got
a
gun
that
aint
never
shoot
When
they
come
you
better
hope
they
don't
name
you
Cause
like
two
sticks
rubbin'
I'll
flame
you
Don't
try
to
be
me
cause
I
aint
you
'Fore
I
have
your
spirits
with
the
angels
My
shorty
keep
a
gun
on
the
ankles
Wana
fuck
watch
out
she
will
bang
you
Cause
I
taught
her
well
Ya'll
players
better
haul
to
hell
But
you
niggas
couldn't
borrow
a
belt
Who
evers
wit
you
is
gonna
jail
Is
you
iggas
bustin'
guns
or
you
aint
bustin'
none
ha
You
want
to
fuck'em
till
they
cum
ha
Drag-on
Juvenille
double
up
what
you
want
ha
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