Who's Snitching feat. UGK

歌詞

(feat. UGK) [talking:] 3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh Smoke some'ing, hol' up [Lil' O:] Man I rush you, two glocks drawn and bust you You a lil' nigga I'm heavyweight, I'll crush you Touch you, right in front of your partnas like fuck you And won't nan one them niggaz say shit, I hush fools When they see what I pack, they say damn who is that It made that nigga sounding soft, flipped and land on his back And we don't want none of that, mayn fuck that nigga We wasn't close anyways, I had to bust that nigga Quick to do a 1-8-7, on niggaz tattle telling Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing But that's what he get, for fucking round with these felons Cause you a snitch, true this ass nigga Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass nigga And really I don't give a damn who you is nigga, cause I'm way too raw See you bump you dick suckers, man I bump boys off [Hook:] Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that snitch Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch [Pimp C:] I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets Playing with candy toys, I'm staying strapped with the heat The dime to the nickel, and the nickel to the dime Boys is talking down, but I'm still busting for mine He done got one, he back on the streets told em I was top gun Now they planning the Sweet, and now the motherfucking FED's They got, the phone tapped But when them bitches get here, you gon be full of hot caps And it ain't all about this rap, it's all about the snaps The syrup and the sap, I left the shit off in his lap I had to bust a cap, now give a nigga dap Man fuck them niggaz telling, all them bitches take a nap The police in Port Arthur, they hate a nigga guts But deep down in my soul, they could eat a nigga nuts They try to set us up, but my mouth never budge Dedicated to my niggaz, doing forty behind drugs [Hook:] Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that bitch Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch Dog this boy I know too much, cause we got tagged quick Let's hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch Have him sleeping with the fish, for fucking over the click We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch [Bun B:] Yes we are the jet setters, go-getters and chest wetters The fo' head sweaters, with big black ass barettas The Dr. Feel-Good's, with the real good connections On political election, and cocaine importion With the coast guard protection, and china white distribution All through your section, fifteen woman selection For whom, I got no affection But help me keep my erection, with no plexing I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan, diamond teeth grilling Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing Jazzy belts flexing, next in line In the book, to be the made men Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in That Gotti played in, and Clinton got laid in Marion got high in And Bun got paid in, so soon as the big broad sang I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang [Hook:] [talking:] Yeah fresh, (for 9-9) you hater ha-ha Huh UGK and Lil' O, (Lil' motherfucking O) We done wrecked it, promised we done wrecked this motherfucker (hol' up) man hold up, (we gone) later