Dave Bing
Dave Bing - Tha Next Niggaz songtekst
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(feat. Caddillac Tah, Chink Santana, Crooked I, Dave Bing) C'mon D roll, let's go Yeah, sup motherfuckers? It's your nigga Irv Gotti on the motherfuckin check in Me and my nigga sug came to bring ya the new niggaz, the next niggaz Eastwood, Crooked I, Ronnie Bumps, Dave Bing, Black Child, Caddilac Tah Santana tell these niggaz what the fuck is up [Chorus] Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us My niggaz don't play Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's the roll for life) We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma [Eastwood] Nigga put your motherfuckin hands up I bang a roll when it's a stick-up Double when I'm in the pick-up And tie your loud mouth bitch up Listen we came for murder so I'm aimin to kill Aimin the steel, cock it back and show me the real I get high in the moonlight My brains so sick, Wit a game so thick We about to tear the frame on shit I'm the murderest disaster, ghetto child, thug basterd And I can't be seen before Christ or after [Crooked I] Nigga my left hand hold some of the best damn toast It's Heavier than the weight on a depressed mans show This is Crooked, the secret ambre I put so many infa-red dots on shirt Niggaz would think you was quamade I'ma get your ass while your passin some indo Blastin your benzo And leave half of you face mashed on the passenger window Then go bang your ho Plus put her on the hood, that bitch gon bang the road Ya know [Chorus] Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us My niggaz don't play Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life) We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma [Ronnie Bumps] What do you know about parkin a nigga (eve break in his face) Fo-five straight shakin a nigga You gon be crying while you crawlin I got arms and dog I keep fallin (Ya in and out of walls) With them same niggaz that smoked my man And I be damned if I die without a gun in my hand From W.H. get shot die calm Gettin buried in hate, chi-chi mind move on [Dave Bing] Blazin the track better known for slingin crack Ya paid to rap now niggaz jealous of that (Uh-huh) It's eatin em up (But we still incin it up) Screamin murda (Ya we don't give a fuck) I hate the wild on niggaz, while the style on niggaz (Uh-huh) When they smile upon bitches tell em make three wishes But if niggaz wanna front, then they end up in a trunk On the front seat slumped Holes in em from the pump (From the pump nigga what) [Chorus] Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us My niggaz don't play Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life) We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma [Black Child] I was a late '70's baby Started playin wit guns and expirimented wit drugs in the early '80's You could tell the streets raised me The way I, fondle the 380 My momma did me crazy Don't ask about my father I didn't have a father figure The streets was my nigga, heat was my liqour Theres freaks in my picture anything to get richer I was wit ya, and leave it to the lord to come get ya [Caddillac Tah] Yeah Man y'all ready to go, when the gun show Let one go for fun though Just to let niggaz see how the gun toast C-A, Double D, I, Double L To the A To the C me Flyin threw the hood in the C3 Nothin but gangsta is how I like it and live it Like skies is the limit From slingin dimes to pridics Y'all niggaz vide it bitchess And I sensed it from the door, to senseitive for war Pull your skirt up motherfucker it's murder [Chorus] Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us My niggaz don't play Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life) We all about butts and fuckin them sluts m