Pov City Anthem

歌詞

(feat. Tah Murdah) [phone rings and phone lady talks] Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for "Sex Street" To accept the message, press one To cancel the message [phone button pushed] Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker Mr. Fingaz got beats [Cadillac Tah] Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta (Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta 2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta [Verse One] Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE! My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE! All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog Gully respect Gully never floss for broads Or, get out of my character when she back it up And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties My hands grip two hammers, double action Prime time, nigga minus the actin [Chorus] NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night? Give her the pin number, mami hit me up We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts Oh you a baller? Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on [Verse Two] Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA PAPER CHASER - I love the cake And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness Use to spit off for sport but now its business When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret [Chorus] [Verse Three] Now everybody just (ride..) If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk (Murda.. gangster love) Now you know its only right and necessary That I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars Methaphors god, my shit is deadly Swift and better believe I'm focused now Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers But love, livin and, love them, thug, women Who will hustle and grind when its hard times Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it Straight business and No Limits , like Master P So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know, its all for the dough [Chorus] [Cadillac Tah] Yeah, its a playa event nigga All my players ya heard me Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy Yeah, it's goin down nigga 2001, murda, murda Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta.. C-LIFE!!