Who is B-man Texino?: mars 2017

fredag 31 mars 2017

Grisar!

"- Me and my son Weezy got a house by the water I be fuckin' bad bitches! - I be hittin' they daughters - I like my dick sucked fast - I like to play with them rookies - I like to fuck him in his ass while he beat up the pussy" When y'all gon' learn? We don't live like y'all We gon' choose our time to go Somebody gon' kill y'all! I tried to reach y'all Couldn't feel y'all I listen to what'chu sayin' But what'chu sayin; That wasn't real dogg! I could spit a verse and kill y'all Do the people that buy y'all shit Take the time to hear y'all? Probly not, probly listen to the tracks I know you gon' hate this but listen to the facts How you pull the nerve to ever start dissin' niggas? When you was on BET straight kissin' niggas!? I'm from Holly Grove You're background prissy nigga, pissy nigga! OBC, come and get me nigga I was in the hood yesterday Had a talk wit'cha uncle He say "stay where you at" Cause "the hood don't want'chu!" They gotta crew clipped up Waitin' just to pump you In any one of them whips That'chu whip when you come through (Hook, Juvenile & Skip) [Juvenile] (A ho) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A ho) What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A ho) Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee) A ho! [Skip] (A ho) What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A ho) Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A ho) (A hoooeee) (Verse 2, Juvenile) I smoke weed til' my eyes look like Japanese I sip Daquiri's wit' the Nolia in the back of me 400 n shit, ain't nothin' comin' after me I read ya bitch ass statement you made in the magazine You playin' wit me Wit' my hood on your album cover? Real street niggas gon' know you fake as a motherfucka I'ma still be here after your company flops Waitin' for my fuckin' album to drop One of my niggas got fucked up, and one in jail Will they ever get they shit right? Time will tell The only thing that called shots, whoadi, is balls And I ain't hearin' no kinda communication from y'all U-T-P, designed to be the finest in the business And we climbin' up the chart with independence Ya feel it? Ya gotta be deaf not to hear it Because I puts nothin' but the truth in the lyrics (Hook, Juvenile & Skip) [Juvenile] (A ho) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A ho) What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A ho) Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee) A ho! [Skip] (A ho) What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A ho) Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A ho) (A hoooeee) (Verse 3, Skip) Won't'chu come down Olive Won't'chu come down Eagle Won't'chu come down Clayborne where someone can see you Just pass down Hamilton, anywhere in the Grove And any one of them whips, we gon' fill 'em with holes Remember the cats you ran with? Red and Bubba? They begged me to tell you "fuck you", so fuck you! You disgraced your mother, actin you actress Who's really your daddy? Rabbit or 'Atrice? (Juvenile) You ain't never had a fight, wit' all them marks on ya face I'm a grown man, stay in ya place So tell me now, why is the hate? I'm the reason you straight The reason why you in them more then them 8 I be up in ya hood too nigga, I don't see you Dont'cha know you're KILLIN YOUR OWN PEO-PLE You talk that Holly Grove shit, I don't believe you Seventeen witness see you and me too? (Hook, Juvenile & Skip) [Juvenile] (A ho) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A ho) What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A ho) Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee) A ho! [Skip] (A ho) What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A ho) Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A ho) (A hoooeee)