Slangin' Dem Thangs(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

We 'bout to set it off something like this Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do There they go there they go Now that's the sound over me, slangin' dem thangs Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do Freeze. Put your hands up. Get on the curb, now [Profit] They trying to put a nigga under the courts Cause the cops found a stash in a ruffles bag under my porch I gotta keep a fo' five coke revolver Cause I get paid like Tyrese from the coke, I'm palmin' Haters want my hot buzz switch the code and bombin' That's why I push a black H-2 roll and armed You know Prof' gotta hold a lamers Cause I stay posted at a crack-house with my posters are in You know I gotta stay watching, gotta stay clocking If the feds try to knock me, I gotta pay Cochran You niggaz try to hate on this, I ate Kano quick And cut your connect the yayo bricks We keep more German pistols than eight off hit And if the block is too hot, we just aye off this This for all my folks hustling, all my people grinding Holler out the hood whistle right before you hear the siren like [Chorus] Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Now that's the soul over me, slangin' them thangs Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do They they go, there they go Slangin' dem thangs [Profit] Wait, back off scrub Everytime you see Profit, man he bagging up dubs All my blows com packed with a baggy of bud I stay grinding, my fiends look happy and what They wanna felony or misdemeanors But its all love when we hit the court like Serena and Venus On the block like nobody can stop us Body the coppers, and bounce to Hawaii in choppers Stay strapped when I pumpin' the packs I'm like a golf course, keep a nine in the front and the back I'm sick of fake Nino bastards, who only step on blocks When they only stepped on they Lego castles Seat back in a black maybachs Flippin' those without touching those everynight like Pat Sajak Security stay grind me, can't get caught sleepin' That's why you hear the sound when the cops creepin' [Chorus] [Profit] I'm The Rock on the block, I'm laying the smackdown First you smell me cooking and I'm breaking the crack down You can catch Prof' still flippin' out packs In front of the twins building with a Bentley out back Y'all rappers living check to check, pockets is empty Waiting for your next hit like Bobby and Whitney Who's that parking in the M-3? I know its them people wait for the signal they hollerin' with me Blocks stackin' the trash, rocks stackin' the stash Hop in the hoop-tie back to the lab When I'm through packaging the coke Here's a fresh white tee to the hood with a package in my coast Slangin' thangs like a NBA game, my team ruthless I push the rocks up so my fiends can shoot 'em Profit, I'm making sure that the streets is jukin' God damn, not again, man the D's is swooping' [Chorus x3]