Whoodeeni - De La Soul, 2 Chainz

Whoodeeni - De La Soul, 2 Chainz

Год
2016
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
271210

以下は曲の歌詞です Whoodeeni 、アーティスト - De La Soul, 2 Chainz 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Whoodeeni "

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Whoodeeni

De La Soul, 2 Chainz

Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?

Shoot words to see who’s full of it

We from the same place, land of the game face

Plug signs on the jackets

Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package

It’s illegal

How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal

Lose it all on a prayer to the ego

Before the loss we earn for the cause

Toast to the life though my liver won’t endorse

Currently in time and my enzymes

Are in sync to digest the brink of Armageddon

The bedding’s over the mattress we lay with the actress

For social media to swallow us

Watch them rap peers who don’t reply back

'Cause they think we gonna snatch up their Twitter followers

That’s some female type foolery

And your females like glue to it

She know it, the scent of a poet

Police buy restraint to cover all the angles

The opera of operations

Scene One got you and your crew all confident with courage

We’ll be there, jump in your square, wreck it

You be like «Check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!»

Dance, freak, get out your seat

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni

Get loose y’all, work it out now

Everybody, everybody get down

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

Born institutionalized

My homie from N.O.

found his crib with the roof on the side

FEMA asking for an address, but ain’t no mailbox

Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks

Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks

And my cousin on parole 'cause he sold Glocks

My cousin that sold stock

Told you we have more soul than James Brown

Wearing a gold watch that obviously don’t work

Used to go home and rob niggas for homework

See if the chrome work

Might call your girl to see if my phone work

I’m a hood star and the trophy’s a gold vert

Mouth full of gold teeth

Niggas might end up obsolete if I’m four deep

Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets

Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs

This is a war zone, me and a two-piece

Put another head on and make it a new piece

She be like «ooh wee», I be like «ooh wee»

I love myself so much I’m a groupie

Everybody know my verses is Pookie

Had 'em all strung out like it’s a drug house

When I’m in the booth I’m MJ with his tongue out

When I’m in the booth I’m Kanye with a gun out

Run in your mom house

Then I’mma lean sideways and burn out

All natural, I hope you got the perm out

I’ve been straightening that shit

New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit

I’mma use it now, I ain’t waiting on shit

Dance, freak, get out your seat

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni

Get loose y’all, work it out now

Everybody, everybody get down

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

Yo, big drawers, where the big drawers at?

I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking

Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln

Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied

Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting

Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds

Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I’ve been down with doubt

Had the frog legs, now I’mma knock this piggie out

Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don’t play that

Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain’t say that

Courtships to door steps for gettin' ass

And if it’s one of my broads, keep your feet off the grass

Size eleven the gas

Mash that potato 'til we lay in the grass

She mellow like it’s a picnic

If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick

First class flight, shoot her out to the district

Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses

Kickstart your life and cut your losses

Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it

I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics

Life’s a bitch, but she seeing a therapist

This hip-hop done really took care of us, huh

We got stoops and Van der Rohes to sit on

Bitcoins, Vivian Maiers to bid on

But we cautious

Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces

But this ain’t the cha-cha two-step

Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck

The buck stops here, ain’t no 'who's next'

Dance, freak, get out your seat

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni

Get loose y’all, work it out now

Everybody, everybody get down

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

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