Weed & Hennesey - Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

Weed & Hennesey - Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

Год
2006
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
262920

Zemāk ir dziesmas vārdi Weed & Hennesey , izpildītājs - Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder ar tulkojumu

Dziesmas vārdi " Weed & Hennesey "

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Weed & Hennesey

Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

Yeah nigga

We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker

Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)

Shorties with game (No Limit niggas)

Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)

Chorus: Master P

Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let’s ride nigga

Let’s ride nigga, let’s ride nigga

Weed, and Hennesey, and let’s ride nigga

Let’s ride nigga, let’s ride nigga

Holla P!

That mean fortune and fame

Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game

A buncha, young niggas gettin rich with plats

How many, thug niggas still bustin the shot

How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change

How many, young niggas still down in the game

I couldn’t, lose my soul tryin to make these ends

I couldn’t, watch my enemies and watch my friends

I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball

I said, mama pray when I walk the halls

I got 3rd Ward niggas throwin up the sign

My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die

I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy

I live the life of a rapper that’s Bout It Bout It

I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat

I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers

I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh

To forget about all that shit, uh-huh

(get em high nigga, let’s ride nigga)

I smoke weed, and Hennesey

Just to make it through the days man

All this bullshit I’m goin through

I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs

Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs

I’m homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind’s under pressure

You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggas gon' test ya

We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks

Ain’t no punks in my click, bitch ass niggas be sick

My TRU G’s gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit

And healthy niggas shout for God hearin

A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once

So nigga let’s get high, off these Hennesey and blunts

It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools

I know a million niggas down to ride and still don’t break the rules

I’m always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights

Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!

Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike

Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE

Now watch a million niggas follow me, like I was a fuckin idol

They’re like vital signs of a line of niggas deep in their thoughts

Cause there isn’t no sunshine

Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes

But other times, I got away

If you a busta, you can’t cop none if you a real, you can relate

See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers

Couple partners couple cousins, other niggas I really can’t trust

Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride

We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die

Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS

Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZ

T.S.

washin on fake niggas, a bitch no fuckin LOVE

When I grab for snap automatics come off

Like dancers drawers in strip clubs

Ain’t no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain

I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game

But fake niggas gonna drop, real niggas stay on top

Til my homey, came up dead

He said one of my niggas workin with the feds

It’s time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials

I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don’t wanna die

Chorus w/ variations

That’s how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight

Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah

My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)

Master P (Soldiers)

Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)

And to them motherfuckin fake niggas

We gonna feed em hollow tips

Can’t fade us, can’t beat us, No Limit

Ain’t no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)

TRU niggas for life ya heard me?

(but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)

Ha-hah

Nineteen ninety-eight nigga

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