Текст песни Me I Got My 40 - Tyson El Dominicano

Me I got my 40 when I'm shitting on the toilet

38 special bet it let you up like Rondo
John got the AR plus the stick call em Rambo
Shooting at your feet I'll have you dancing with no mambo
Passing through the hood and bet we snatch you out the Lambo
Watch out for the boys the block is hotter than kitchen steam
Like a plate of rice I be eating with a bunch of beans
Son this ain't no movie but you see police all on the scene
Why are you looking feminine for if you got a fuck
Pussy ass niggas bet you got your dick tucked
Talking about you ain't no bird but you better duck
Cause you know that Reload like a moving truck
I ain't no Barber but I shoot anybody a fade
Just call me Tyson I am knocking em out in the Dade
Up in the Dade I'm slanging em up with the Yey
Them boys everywhere my block it be hotter than may

Me I got my 40 when I'm shitting on the toilet

I see niggas getting shot and niggas thats scared to pull it
Pussy ass niggas they b flowers like tulips
Soft niggas will shoot if you coner them they will do it
I seen bout it bout it niggas get a bout it bout it bullet
That's why I sell crack and walk around with this heavy gun
Bag up this work get rid of it like lazy Son
Ain't even trippin get money like I was begging son
It feels real good like when you fucking than you just come
I ain't no motherfucking rat but I stay in the trap
I be stinking up the place you be smelling like crap
You'll be walking sideways son just like a crab
But I am worried like a baby seat i stay with them straps
Call me El Dominicano the block stop fronting
You must be out of shape cause you ain't running nothing
I go all up in the bushes cause even when I'm stunting
I concentrate on my shot like if I was out hunting

Me i got my 40 when i am shitting on the toilet

Nigga Ama OG
I am post it up in the corner store and I'm getting cold Like an OE
You know what they told me
They told me cook it up you cook it up and take it there
And you will get an OZ
That is what they told me my daddy don't show me
I don't took the game and fucking ran with it like Kobe
Y'all niggas don't know me
I don't pumped Yay all day by the whole key
Let these niggas know
I be pushing it like Bun B
Out all night walking around like a zombie
I don't always tell the truth but nigga you can trust me
Never been a crackers maid never been a trustee
Them haters mad cause I ball til i fall
And them crackers getting called cause my pocket getting tall
Just tell them haters I got something for them all
If them niggas wanna to try me like a sample at the mall

I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid
Starin' hard to get ya ass hit
Four or five chains ain't never had shit
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles
One hit wonders gettin rich off a single
What's happenin Michael Vick? Don't snitch
Tell that judge he kill deers and it's real
Ain't got no mind
Welcome to the mind of a maniac street nigga, street nigga
Ain't got no mind
Welcome to the mind of a maniac