Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob f Backbone - All A`s

 
Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X) 
 
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat 
Fakin ain`t these girls fake when they see they face in the paint 
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always 
Passin by these haters like we got all A`s 
 
[Backbone] 
Say say say say Crack, what`s the word on the street? 
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete 
I`m gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over 
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer 
I`m in my seventy-nine, flyin 
Mobbed out so they can`t see me when I`m ridin 
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy 
But at the same time I know these muh`fuckers wanna mug me 
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha 
But I`ll do years, if I bust these niggaz 
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome 
I`m, comin forth to carry you home 
 
Chorus 
 
[Cee-Lo] 
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight 
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight 
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost 
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost 
There`s somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks 
These are actual facts, I ain`t been in no actual car-jacks 
but let me tell you this, I`ll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp 
Ridin with these two glocks, we gon` bounce on off, on the new shocks 
My nigga don`t hate me, cause I ain`t hated, but we related 
No one includin me, should be understimated 
But don`t you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots 
Cause I`m tellin ya, these Southern boys gon` get all they got 
 
Chorus 
 
[Khujo] 
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ?? 
off the block before your carcass drop 
Can`t share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks 
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes 
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle 
Ain`t, barrin none hundred round draw 
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ?? 
Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom 
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty`ll get your mascara smeared 
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears 
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers 
I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches.. 
 
Chorus 
 
[Gipp] 
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate 
Y`all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top 
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days 
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp 
Shoot em from the hip, everytime I`m in my 84 Sedan Deville 
block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park 
on the weekend ain`t no stoppin keep it dippin that`s how we trippin 
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass 
Watch yo` ass, keep yo` elbows out the windows 
and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks 
Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot 
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What? 
 
Chorus 
 
[T-Mo] 
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin 
Hoe better know who the true G`s are, I`m the star, brand new car 
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier 
Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older 
I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull 
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age 
Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change 
and my players in this game it`s insane, how this `caine 
is bringin em pain, young`un doin time dyin by this grind 
A-T-L, fine this just how it`s goin down 
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South 
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS 
 
Chorus
 

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