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Les paroles de Shotz To Tha Double Glock
| | | Artiste: | Bone Thugs-n-harmony |
| | Album: | E. 1999 Eternal | | Titre: | Shotz To Tha Double Glock | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 60 fois | | | | Paroles: | All
[ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa]
Tony tone
If you're down to glide and
slide on the clair, then let's ride. tony tone roll with bone on the darkside, but when you come
just bring your guns wit 'cha. if you're a busta niggas goin' have fu
'cha. so, nigga, don't
get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. it all remains the
same.
Wish
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. murder one on the clair,
nine-glock-glock. mo thug, what's up? nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and i can't stop
now. niggas that i thug with ki
Op to the chest. how does it feel? and nigga we peel capspap!
fin' to get your wig cracked back. killin', i'm buckin' 'em down. i wish you would try to get some
redrum, bitch! nigga, don't tes
Hood.
Tombstone
A first degree murderin' wig
splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. so don't fuck
with them niggas off the nine-nine. the foundation of niggas commi
The crime and murderin'
every time. niggas beware, 'cause here come the clair mobbin' like some soldiers. watch me fold you
for actin' like somebody never told you. so off we go to the bloody r
Time to bless some souls
with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock.
Flesh
Pump-dump, when i let my
shells down. hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. i reach for the gauge and mash,
yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. nigga, don't test nut
Ur luck's fucked. your
feelin' the wrath of the boneyard. thuggin' off with the graveyard shift then comin' up for your ho
card, bitch. scandalous niggas dwell in the clair, be servin' them chop
S. we rippin' them guts
with buckshots, pop-pop. me give up shots out to the glock-glock.
Krayzie
You better
believe that we runnin' this thug style. krayzie, layzie, bizzy, flesh, wish, them wicked now. we
straight off the glock-glock. run up, get your wig split now. east 99 follow me down
Street,
buck, we thug on the darkside. better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they
get high. one-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. niggas up to no good. po-po. fuc
They
never could fuck with a thug-ho.
All [krayzie]
Pop-pop, [ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-oohkilla.] givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock [*4]
Mo! hart
Nothin' but
them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. thugs gaugin' pump eruptions,
nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round a
Round.
bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "rest
in peace. i guess you got to suffer." ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig
, and
made your body rupture. hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on
your homicide. let my nuts and my gauge hang low. now, walk on by.
All
Boogy nikke
on the mic, right.
Boogy nikke
Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with
my pipe. thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on. watchin' my back while six-five
try to roll on. but one to the sucka's hea
Two up in his body. now peep my creep. i keep the
reefer smoke all up inside me.
Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. we bailin'. we
thugs and we lookin' like crooks. the terror be fatal. ready to roll, now we willing and able.
rollin' with ruthlessbitch! better check my label.
Red them (them), never come again where the
scandalous niggas settle. bloody nigga, trues be on my level. eighty through the ten-five is the
soldiers' ghetto. nigga, don't take the wrong turn--y
Ll enter the hood, and we're splitters so
cover your dome. out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. cleveland browns, the dawg pound
home, it's on.
Sin
Never get in the mix of a clair player--you're liable to get your
wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the
cut in a puddle of blood, s
At? don't make me go in my trench. nigga, you got me bent, all
fucked up. your luck's up. now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as john doe for fuckin' with
those...
Gates
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. the
dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. so where you at? where you at?
i'm strapped and ready to sna
Yank a nigga's neck back. split a kool-aid hat. into the
graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck.
you still won't want some bitch, and w
He muthafuck i want? i want to wham you with a tec-9.
now bitch, press your luck!
All [krayzie]
Pop-pop, [ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-oohkilla.]
givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock [*16] | | | |
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