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Bad Azz
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Money 2 Fold
作詞:Calvin Broadus, Jr., Ricardo Brown, Jamarr Stamps
Yo, what's up? Eh, yo, what's up Kurupt? A nigga been so low that I can't come up Dippin' down the 101 blazin' smoke A trunk full of beat and a jar of the doe
Kurupt, Snoop, c'mon, let's do the damn thang Show all the lil' homies how the Dogg Pound bang Mash fast, the upper class Went from low life to a brotha with cash
Spent all of my time and like half my cash Went from smokin' dimes to smokin' mafia bags Went from sometimes to smokin' all in the bath And Lord knows, I might host the Weed Award Show
I'm lookin' for the 105 gettin' off the 405 Mackin' with this bad bitch, she live in Riverside I met her at the club with my nigga Gotti 5' foot 3, thick with a lot of body
That's what I love 'bout the homies, what's that? It's just like a nigga gettin' trained, the homie spittin' game Nigga, this shit makes no sense I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents
And money and funny niggaz don't mix at all And Cali's the perfect weather to get your chips and ball So you can touch it while you're here, you could die without it I'd rather have it since it really don't matter
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
A G is a G which we all know A bitch is a bitch as a hoe's a hoe Disrespect his cousin I'mma bank ya Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
What's three gangstas in a Cadillac? With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains Hats and white T's and fat gats like police
When we on the East Coast we get nothin' but love All off in the club, DJ holla'd out who we was I looked around and seen some MC's and grabbed the mic And then I light they ass up to keep the party on high
Hit me on the Motorola, holla at the homie What's up Kurupt? Sippin' on a Corona I'm 'bout to dip through, blaze up a quarta ounce Bounce with the homies and make the toy bounce
I like my Hennessey with coke, I like my weed chronic smoke I like my gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced My women give big face, my niggaz get big laced Big homes and big Bentley Coupe's on chromes もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
We rollin' through the Wild Wild West No respect to the click, it keeps us on deck Most niggaz probably wanna bust us or even dust us The thing is we doin' the right thing So you niggaz can't touch us
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
I been on one, fuck a little bit, give me a lot I want a state not an acre, not a block I want a skyscraper, not no apartment buildin' And I want billions in case I got part with millions
They wonder why they ain't reached the top That's 'cause they don't deserve to Now shut the fuck up 'fore I get my girl to serve you Playin' no games, so I check a nigga, I ain't sayin' no names
How I movin'? Who I move with? That's what they wonder But they just can't seem to slide up on it Nigga that don't work his shit up off a corner I work a bitch from Pomona to Tacoma, nigga ya wanna?
Dippin' down the block where all the homies at Fleetwoods and 'Llacs, all the homies strapped Nigga, I rise for the hood homeboy 'What up, dogg?' Nah, it ain't all good, homeboy
Like we said before your face to the floor We holdin' up your motherfuckin' candy store And don't nobody get up 'til we hit the door I said lay down, don't look at us, c'mon people
Dogg Pound Gangstas in gray and blue Took over the world just by stayin' true You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late But get some money to fold because the game don't wait
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
The world spins around once more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga, ice cold Mo' Money 2 Fold
The world spins around conce more They thought that the West Coast left But we still gon' flow Mo' Money 2 Fold, nigga
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