Capone-N-Noreaga

Capone-N-Noreaga - Stick You songtekst

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[Tragedy Khadafi] A 41 trial  to the U.S.A. building in Iraq
 my crew bust back with cap peeling
 your crew dealing  in a box with no feeling
 informer type  thats what you get for squealing
 it's the money or the morgue son  ready to die
 black Infiniti  yo  pack the coke guy
 the co connect  don't trust us  he wanna touch us
 the car rust tell 'em  scoop me in the Lexus
 it's all good, in the hood, nobody know shhh
 infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh
 CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip
 sing sing, straight convict
 strap the door, C-4, detonating shhh
 blow the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get me
 with the ya-o
 and the cash is in the stash, drip his tommy jaws
 check the crack of his ass
 [Noreaga] Yo, on some homo shhh
 [Tradegy Khadafi] Naw kid, we on some real shit
 since we here, we might as well get all of it
 its sha allah allah who act bar
 sub-order, CNN, desert men supreme order
 [Capone] a kassi, three and a quarter, aero nazi
 me and shorty from the mecca, having a session
 play the sharp bar, sipping on french connection
 on the rock, son, hit me on the box
 time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block
 [Tradegy Khadafi] grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him
 for the rats
 stuck him for the ya-o couldn't get the money back
 [Capone] So where you at?
 [Tradegy Khadafi] Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
 strapped with the vest, plus i got the 4-pound
 tilt the duece, bring the A K, so yall can hold me down
 [Capone] Aight Kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power
 close
 gotta get dun, and we ghost
 met pappy in Iraq, then winged by the back
 opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat
 took off, threw the skully mask over the dome
 we war prone, desert men tactics all shown
 met on 152, now we figure,
 looking for that rich dominican with that gold act vigger
 chico, he got ponico, little do he know
 we sticking him for all of his dough
 [Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus 2x: This ain't your oridinary shhh
 thug shhh, that you used to, Q.U.
 [Noreaga] we stick you, we supposed to
 [Noreaga] Yo, for years I been buying my coke from the same cat
 gherri curl nigga, dominican nigga who look black
 as I think back, transform coke to crack
 yo amigo, hey manwigo, that got benito
 son I know the spot, like the back of my hand
 networked the plan, we sticking him and his man
 working zip-lock, cop the lock, flee the spot
 grab the knot, national, tell willy come and get me on 160
 I got three people with me, with trenches,
 we uptown waiting on the benches
 the cab taking long, dominican's coming strong
 claiming that it's on, from dusk til dawn
 we right across the street, they don't see us
 ay yo, our cuban disguise got us looking like we Jesus
 It's allah, we flee the spot mega far
 jump up in willy car, and scream "uh hum dude" i laugh
 25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat
 snitching, and gave up lois, and said it wasn't worth it
 the CNN drug circuit, blind fold
 pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped
 to the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger
 insist on me causing danger
 Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger
 Chorus
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Joe Davis (14), Kiam Holley, Percy Chapman, Victor Santiago (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Warner Strategic Marketing

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

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