Текст (слова) песни: TRU f Big Ed - Anything Goes

 
Chorus 2X 
 
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe 
You don`t know the game `till you fuck 
That`s how it goes 
 
[Master P] 
Young nigga tryin` to get rich 
Posted up with this shit 
On the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shit 
Servin` the fiends the ice cream 
You mean that crack 
 
[King George] 
Bullets can`t man tag, one time for the gat 
Can he make it, will he fake it 
Fiends call him Betty Crocker 
 
[Master P] 
Cause he got the bacon 
 
[Big Ed] 
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho 
Choppin` it up like fat, gettin` hit on that pager 
Cause it`s all about the skrilla, nigga 
Pockets gettin` bigga 
Pockets gettin` swolled, but gettin` dubbed by a gold digger 
 
[Silkk] 
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them 
Whatever it may be, everybody against them 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Master P] 
Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playa 
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` hatas 
If I were a football player, i`d probably be Lawrence Taylor 
Blockin` these hatas off, be mad 
Cause they know Master P`s got it goin` man 
That`s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain`t shit 
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick 
But you cause you lame 
But like Ice Cube said, "Let`s cut out the little man" 
You need an ounce of this real game 
It ain`t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang 
I got love for you, fool you got love for me 
But there`s always some sucker talkin` `bout wrong P 
You need to jump off that glass dick 
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch 
You want it cooked 
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh 
Cause that hoe shit won`t last 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[King George] 
Comin` from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage 
Tryin` to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches 
We flip g`s, no good deeds 
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g`s 
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead 
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch 
Flip pure game, like the Og`s taught me 
Tryin` spit game when i`m talkin` on a for-ty 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Big Ed] 
It`s nothin` but the G in me 
I have a question 
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson 
Now, how many G`s in the house tonight 
And how many G`s spin them gold thangs tight 
It`s nothin` but a G thang ba-by 
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me 
Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it 
Always wearin` Nikes` cause I just do it 
Got more bounce to the ounce 
Get you drunk like some liquor 
Gotta ??? 
Cause he`s rollin` on my ???, like a weather got my action 
Grabbin` on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson 
So nigga 
Who ride, I ride, slide 
 
[Master P] 
But they can`t touch ya 
 
[Big Ed] 
With my TRU niggas on my side 
 
[Master P] 
And you know I got 5 on it 
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Silkk] 
A nigga tip toe through the do` 
You know I`m bout 6`4" plus mo` 
So I had to get low 
And niggas lookin` shady 
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older 
Y`all bitches better pay me 
You want me to say it`s all good in my hood 
Well I can`t 
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin` 
Cause it ain`t 
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin` 
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin` 
 
Chorus 2X
 

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