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Utwór: Alley

  • wykonawca: Ying Yang Twins
  • wyświetleń: 1081

[Hook]
  Nigga, we be alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nooooooow
    [D-Roc]
  Tell a nigga dont act no fool
  What's up cuz? Stay cool
  Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules
  Haters puttin salt in the game
  Wanna keep a thug out the drug house
  But you know the drill...a fro, polo
  And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
  Like a tru center thug
  The big boy Willie Grill
  Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
  If a nigga feelin froggy leap
  We ballin, shot-callin
  ho's holla'n, try to follow
  When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh
  Still pullin on the hair
  On my ching-ching weigher
  (??)
  Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
  (??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's
  (?) cant stop my (?)
  Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
  Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit' us
  Y'all niggas think you can fuck wit' us
  Some of y'all niggas gon' miss the bus
  See playa we dangerous, stay (??)
  Cock-block that fo'-fifth,
  Switch your hands like (??)
  Man then kick over to
  Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view
  So you betta back up, back up
  'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up
  Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up
  ... 10 then because
    [Hook]
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we alley
  Whoa
    [Mr. Ball]
  We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
  We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)
  Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls
  If you got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all
  Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again
  Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins
  And when you down for yours, my nigga, I'm down for mine
  Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
  Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up
  I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ?gack? up
  Before you get dealt with
  Fuckin around and get yourself hit
  Off some fuckin bullshit
  Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga
  We done and we done showed ya nigga, it's on my nigga
  Doin this shit one more 'gain
  I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend
    [Hook]
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
    Ah
    [moans 'n groans]
    [Kaine]
  Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know
  Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
  Nigga be like whoa, stop, control
  But he was poppin off, so I'ma hit him in his nose
  Throwin them 'bows, ColliPark know it explodes
  Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes
  Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali'
  Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki
  Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin
  4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I'm blastin
  I make my money ?threashin?
  The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him
  Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act
  Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack
  Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track
  Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs
    [Hook]
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
    [D-Roc]
  Now what's on your mind, if you got something to say
  Then say that shit, dont hold that shit
  Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here
  Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit
  You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs
  Playahatin you gets no love
  Run and get your boys if you thinkin you're hard
  If you know like I know, then your ass wont start...
  with some crazy muh'fuckas tote gats too
  Crazy muthafuckas that'll blast you
  Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit
  What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with
  We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T
  We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat
    [Kaine]
  Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit
  Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick
  We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang
  Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain
  We real, some tru-city thug shit
  The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public
  With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
  They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
  Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard
  Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  All I know we raw (raw)
  We youngin's nigga
    [Hook - 2X]
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
  My nigga, we alley
  Nigga, we be alley
    My nigga
  

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