Текст (слова) песни: J-Dawg f Insane - Bombs Away

 
(Insane) 
I`m comin` straight for your goods, nigga I don`t want your lil` hoes 
I seen ya smokin` opthimals in your benz at my shows 
I`ma wait and be patient 
Your boy was flossin` on Daytons 
Caught him at the right time 
Tec-9 bullets went to flyin` 
One got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luck 
Y`all drawin` plans to see the man, lil` Frankie here, so what`s up? 
I drew some plans of my own 
Your partner`s home all alone 
Shouldn`t have been slippin`, hollow tips gone have him sleepin` too long 
Beams work better than a scope 
He got a red dot on his throat 
I pull the trigger, now yo niggas moppin` blood off the floor 
I`m screamin` all out wars 
I`m runnin` back to my car 
Bitches gone bleed to they death 
For fuckin` round with a vet 
I got`z to finish my mission, pipe bomb, hit the ignition 
Only nigga wishin`, mashin` out in the expedition 
All black chucks, black jeans, and a black hoodie 
Smoked out, puffin` on a Keep Movin` goody 
Fully paid from jackin`, I`m stackin` a nigga shit 
Will invade your mansion, and snatchin` what we can get 
Guess you didn`t see us comin` cuz we came in the dark 
Blew that ass up, like it`s centennial park 
Bombs Away! 
 
[Chorus: J-Dawg] 
Nigga, nigga Bombs Away (8x) 
 
(Insane) 
Y`all thought Insane couldn`t flow 
But I took control of the show 
And these soldiers ain`t lettin` go til` your people hit the floor 
i got`z to get to your G`s, cuz mine come on a freeze 
I smoke a gang of that weed, then I straight be blastin` with thieves 
Goin` all out for this shit 
How many domes I`ma split? 
I`m just a hustler from the door with a hundred chickens to get 
Your day gone fade in the black 
The camp be on the attack 
You think it`s cool? I got my strap, I blast ya clean off the map 
I`m representin` Big Boy 
Killer men takin` they cars 
Got twenty G`s, and I`m jettin` 
Loaded nine, fuck a Smith & Wesson 
Bullets made for cuttin` and bustin` a nigga chest 
Dynamite, one light put your whole firm to rest 
Hate to be the nigga had to find that bloody mess 
Nose still hurtin` from inhalin` the burnt flesh 
Niggas gotta wear a vest, for fuckin` round with the best 
I`ma psycho sniper killa, on the foreala 
Thrilla from Manila, quick to fluffin` your coffin pillow 
Hit`cha for your scrilla then crack the top on the `ze 
And when you make it, tell your maker that Insane don`t play 
Bombs Away nigga! 
 
(J-Dawg) 
Bombs Away nigga 
 
[sound of explosion] 
 
Chorus 
 
(Insane) 
Soon as you thought it was over 
I`m standin` over your shoulders 
Right there in the middle of your crib 
Got thirty seconds to live 
You`ll take a shank in the rib, bleed, fall to the floor 
I bet you bitches never disrespect the camp no more 
I roll with nathan but felons 
Soon as they finish we bailin` 
J-Dawg be chokin` your bitch, for all the screamin` and yellin` 
Never had love for no hoes 
I hit that hoe with bow-lows 
She got some knots on her head 
Her man about to be dead 
Grab my weapon, ain`t no time for guessin` 
That`s out of the question 
Niggas tried to blast me, cop killers taught him a lesson 
Four niggas against a veteran 
Can`t win, in this profession 
My life, be like a mission 
With Tokyo ammunition 
I`m wishin` I catch`em slippin` 
One of them niggas missin` 
Big Mitch in the other room 
With a bomb strapped to the broom 
We made it out to the van 
He got the switch in his hand 
That`s the plan 
Make them bitches think they gettin` away 
I hit the switch in broad day, you know the camp don`t play 
Bombs away nigga! 
 
(J-Dawg) 
Bombs Away 
 
[sound of explosion]
 

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