Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - They Don't Live Long songtekst

Je score:
You gon save that?
 Na na na na naaaaaa
 Na na na na naaaaaa
 Yea

 Thug niggas don't live that long
 (Thug niggas don't live that long)
 Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
 But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
 (I'll be waiting for you)

 Verse 1
 I wanna buy me a benz but I'm fifty grand short
 I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
 2 freaks is in the jungle now
 I'm taking care of mama now
 My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
 I got you bobbin to this real shit
 So reason why a nigga kill shit
 That's how it is, shit
 See papa was a rolling stone
 He left mama alone
 She raised us on her own
 Them bitches curious
 Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
 Hard times got me pumped up and furious
 I want y'all to free all my dawgs
 Before I get my gun and start killing your halls
 Call me the butcherman
 I take my beef straight to the man
 I put it so only thug niggas understand
 Keep bitches out your game get paid
 Just remember and respect what the old girl said

 Chorus

 Verse 2
 I got some niggas on the other side
 One day I got to take a ride
 And let them know I still represent the Southside
 No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
 I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
 And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
 Big ends steering wheel made of wood
 I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
 I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
 Who gon die next
 Who mama gon cry next
 Who sister giving away the slack pus
 That's how we living though
 Dead and gone before he twenty-four
 Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
 As I continue with this thug shit
 With all this blood and shit
 But all us thug niggas love this
 For the love of greed and riches
 But money don't need no bitches
 So I'm killing all snitches

 Chorus

 Bridge
 I'm doing this one for the thugs
 and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
 Yes sir (repeat 2x)



 Verse 3
 If I was a hundred dollar bill
 I'd make you niggas kill for me
 Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
 Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
 Just to pay a bitch bills with me
 I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
 A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
 You see it be them same niggas
 'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
 (Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
 Now picture me as a killa (killa)
 Young crack dope deala (dope deala)
 I'm doing this one for my niggas
 Who ride for this
 Who even lost they life for this
 And them niggas who survivin this
 They don't live that long

 Chorus 2x

 Thug Niggas don't live that long

 Singing portion of the chorus repeated untill fade
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Slip-N-Slide Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Engels

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