Текст песни Children of Da Corn - Y.B.C

Gang 7up
Gray gangstas ina booth wit me
Pave gang ina booth wit me
Jus lemme talk to y′all

Watch yo self we are the children of da corn
We play house games I think you should check yuh door
A few oppas died we thirsty we want more
Leave us alone or you gone have yuh mama mourn
I think I touched a gun the day that I was born

My opps tellin' lies they gotta lotta problems
Suppressor on the glock call that shit a condom
Smash he back to business lemme know who gone stop em

Gang staking out trynna knock off someone dreads
Bring out yuh guns my hitta putting shit tah bed
He giving details in his songs I think he fed
We pilled his top so we call em copper head

7s riding through yo town better hope you don′t slip
The type to chase a nigga down better hope you don't slip
We in a two door tinted car this a unknown ship
Pistol packing automatics 718 in dis bitch

We tha sickest in da town don't get yuh head blown
Before he started dissin′ us he was unknown
Keep my name out of yuh mouth before I invade yuh zone
I′m in L.A. blowin' trees this that purple skunk

Watch yo self we are the children of da corn
We play house games I think you should check yuh door
A few oppas died we thirsty we want more
Leave us alone or you gone have yuh mama mourn
I think I touched a gun the day that I was born

My opps tellin′ lies they gotta alotta problems
Suppressor on the glock call that shit a condom
Smash he back to business lemme know who gone stop em

You get it popping and my neighbors get it cracking
Back on my bully niggas said that I been slacking
Them e's keep me up don′t got time for napping
Y.B.C I'm the one that make it happen

Captain Seven don′t you get this shit confused
Before RayGlo bake yuh top he say suu-whoop
Free he a demon he be making niggas move
7Up yeah it's for life bitch I got it tattooed

Shooting guns like Chiraq but this not Illinois
Once it's up you know it′s stuck you can′t avoid
You'll get hit in many ways don′t get destroyed
Racks I got that ina safe I'm selling boy

Watch yo self we are the children of da corn
We play house games I think you should check yuh door
A few oppas died we thirsty we want more
Leave us alone or you gone have yuh mama mourn
I think I touched a gun the day that I was born

My opps tellin lies they gotta a lotta problems
Suppressor on the glock call that shit a condom
Smash he back to business lemme know who gone a stop em

7Up keep a shotty tuck make a slick move that ass gone get bust
We up now bitch you outta
You outta luck mother fucker
Suck my dick 7 the fuck up
Bitch