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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: G-Unit - Poppin' them thangsEvery hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out. I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya. Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up. I’m on now, god damn it I done came up. Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up. Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What) Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Slow down little nigga Don’t exceed your speed Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league I got connects so I don’t need no weed I’ve been in LA for a year now So I don’t see no seeds After I’m done you clappin’ the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans Guess what your favorite rapper does too In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts |
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