We Don't Give A Fuck - Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks

We Don't Give A Fuck - Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks

Альбом
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
Год
2004
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
221070

以下は曲の歌詞です We Don't Give A Fuck 、アーティスト - Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks 翻訳付き

歌詞 " We Don't Give A Fuck "

原文と翻訳

We Don't Give A Fuck

Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks

We, we don’t give a fuck about you

Your homey on the block can get it too

Y’all lil’motherfuckers ain’t gang-ster, save your

crew, before I put a hit out on you

Before I let my niggaz come through

Y’all lil’motherfuckers ain’t gang-ster, gang-ster

Yeah!

I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy

It’s good that you ain’t scared to die cause you might boy

Nigga cross the line, and my wolves’ll jump on you

The beef escalate, they’ll be back to dump on you

They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you

Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps’ll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split

Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip

War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide

Everything alive dies, why ask why?

Why cry

Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak

You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street

Yeah, yeah

In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright

My pinky bright, my bank card’ll end your life

Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies’n’cream

Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream

That ain’t taskforce money, that’s real police

I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise

Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two

Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c’mon!

A gram

By man, my plan’s to expand

Try to jux and you hoods get catscans

Uhh, Banks

I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word

They’ll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami

Try me, and your mami’ll be right in the lobby

And they’ll be feedin you Jello, like you’re Bill Cosby

Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook

Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin

Don’t go tongue lashin we pull it Niggaz’ll put stabs in your boy like Brad hittin Troy

Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy

And I’ll be calm cause there’s bulletproof glass in the toy

Yeah I’m flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck

Windows up blowin big cause there’s stash in the truck, what?

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