Mean Green

Mean Green - Tossed Up songtekst

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[Pimp C] (Bun b)
 uhhh
 hol up..smoke something bitch
 keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
 I represent UGK river  know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
 independent and black owned (smoked up)
 smoke on something
 so get your mind right

 uhhh  I'm young motherfucking sweet jones
 pimpin the six
 gotta yellow bone bitch cooking me serving bricks
 since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
 screaming fuck the police and blowing dough in the lexus
 I saw your video nigga, you're slow and sloppy
 spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
 while I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
 yall fucking off your money trying to be puff daddy
 i'm a OG rock baller
 I know some nigga that a bust 17 off in your impala
 you fuck them hoes and pay em top dollar
 I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the fucking power
 bitch

 chorus x 2
 now all you niggas talking shit you getting tossed up
 and all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up
 we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
 so don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up

 [verse 2]
 yall niggas done fucked up and called up some treal niggas
 niggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
 deal wit a nigga like a swisha and split him down the middle
 remind a motherfucker who the real hard hitter
 gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
 for them playing hating fellas what the fuck can you tell us
 driving benzs with mo mos hoes sucking our toes
 cause they know we the niggas roll with all the goddamn dough
 I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
 selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
 it's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
 the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

 chorus x 2

 [Bun -B]
 you done pushed the panic button
 now we taking it all like a glutton
 any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
 now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
 we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
 now wasn't you that sudsucker
 talking shit with that funky bitch up in that fuddruckers
 you best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
 and I got one specially designed for all you motherfuckers
 we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
 but when I came through with that four to the fucking five
 niggas duck and dive ?????
 what a fucking liar
 bitch ain't no time to get flossed up
 I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

 chorus x 4
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Auteur: UGK

Componist: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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