Turf Talk
Turf Talk - Do The Robot songtekst
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(([This song is near impossible to follow along with {Very fast} so feel free to edit])) Pop kockin and robotin my tone [tanked] Clean fifty my pockets and my pants [send] I go holdin my breath im feelin drowsy Spread that sucka repellin get him up of me Head over heels for [screel] Gotta get money, gotta stay fitted in my automobile Fine china worse [grill] wit act deal Dish talk like rain [speel] Little bit of whammy, little bit of burgendale I gon say my name too much, aw what the hell Turf talk don’t unleash their secret, Where them ganstas at, I aint got no one to beef with Parkin off incredible hulk On top of my box, doin the robot [chorus (Consists of 'do the robot', and 'don't stop')] they say I don’t come like genocidal purgotry [right’en] cut out the bottle Whether its pistols or drinks I love to pop em Just jew wills I always rock em Purple whip, purple cream, purple stock [Quarter’s half’s sound like I got em all in the trunk] right next to the thug incase a nigga lose a [drunk] You niggas better learn that mozilla aint no punk Lay the club phat, if a nigga get crunk [Robotin potluck i figure aint in hold a stud] Mini shoots again the hood rats x symbol Well ima keep it movin with the tv’s in my door panel Split off the block like a Alamo Sick wit a belly, 30 niggas got hells bro [Chorus] [Sline] in my candy choice wit all my boys The law say we drink too much but fuck the roys Still makin noise they knowin we runnin the spot Beefin wit the [beddin] its makin your hood hot It don’t stop, we potlocked n hit the scene Double fisted talk and shit with pre teens The whole team, turn our backs and big [hean] So clean, we put em up sitten all gleam We used to it, we woulda known for showin up, to show out Bust back, we turn it out No doubt we keep waitin n there is a drought, we run routes and go deep like Dan [frowts], dont pull it out ‘till it’s all said and done potlocking, and robotin holdin my gun [chorus]