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8ball - 2nite (don't do it) كلمات أغنية

[intro: 8ball]
ah yeah
get down, yeah
ah yeah, uh, uh
get down, yeah, what they wanna do?
ah yeah, yeah, what they wanna do?
get down, what they wanna do?
ah yeah, let’s make a jack
get down, from the back, uh

[verse 1: 8ball]
i was born in poverty, n_gga runnin’ with them k!llers
hard liquor drinkin’ n_ggas, prostitutes and drug dealers
real hoes, money_makin’ pay_the_bill hoes
suck a d_ck and even strap on d_ld_s
powder bag blowin’, syrup sippin’, stick dippin’
on my knees, shootin’ dice in my mama kitchen
shiny silver packs seem to sell quicker than crack
n_ggas get down on that brown and don’t know how to act
the devil got him now and only god can bring him back
evil spirits and empty pockets make a n_gga react
quick to take a n_gga life before thinkin’ about it
anger management controllin’ it and re_route it
cinderella and that doj’ got my mind cloudy
come and fire, spray the uzi when the club crowded
outta the roof of the coupe, straight to the loot
f_ck a hoop, n_gga, slab riders want proof
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) if some n_ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n_ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f_ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) then make some hoes clown tonight

[verse 2: 8ball]
give me a reason, n_ggas murder and massacre for the cheese
worthless b_tches and coca leaves by the ki’s
on the seas, players looking for powder traces and loot
got tipped by a bird that used to fly in my coupe
still tippin’ with them twinkies and i keep my four_fifth and
life_taker for them player fakers sniffin’ and trippin’
real is more than just a phrase n_ggas use in vain
people died and mothers everywhere felt the pain
hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off
parked in the red zone, and got his life towed off
throwed off, you can label me the underboss
this is the only way i know to get my point across

[verse 3: koncrete]
known to y’all as street sh_t, stripe’s the game, twice the gain
out against the grain, hood slang, slangin’ hood thangs
loadin’ all that rhyme with a slanted ball cap
totin’ somethin’ concealed, won’t be revealed
unless a n_gga feels threatened about his
over the years, it’s been this way
newsflash, look what they did today
crime at every which_a_way
now look again, same sh_t i’m seein’ a different day
differential time frame where everything is everything
h_lla fellas on that yellow yellow hard, you know the deal
narcotics slowly k!lls, oh yes, it will
and it is exactly like that down in that slum
where you from when the clock strikes 12, h_ll yeah
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) if n_ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n_ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f_ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) then make some hoes clown tonight

[verse 4: koncrete]
lay it down, motherf_cker, from l to the h
we must abate any n_gga that wanna hate
these hoes want cake but we take it from ’em and break
annihilate face with big ball, we paper chase
we pull capes from barber county to the mound
where we shine, don’t frown, blaze a ounce and give a pound
n_ggas drowned in this game, undertooken like old creeks
shooken in these streets, layin’ deep with cold feet
we hold heat, me and my creeps make n_ggas shiver
you want beef? shovin’ a piece against a liver
we head_splitters, grimey ben frank’_getters
ain’t waiting to bust your dome, my n_gga, we keep it realer

[verse 5: 8ball]
dark streets turn to war zones, a home for death
rubbers for players, yeah, and a vest for the chest
of n_ggas who start mess, make ’em change they address
a coward in public, behind doors, n_ggas wanna flex
corny ass n_ggas sweating hoes, thinkin’ they the sh_t
catch ’em in the parking lot, pistol_whip them and they b_tch
drunk and we don’t give a f_ck about no witnesses
8ball, fat boy, you n_ggas know who sh_t this is
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) when n_ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n_ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f_ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some hoes clown tonight

[outro: 8ball]
uh, what they wanna do?
yeah, what they wanna do? (slab riders)
uh, what they wanna do?
what they wanna do?
what they wanna do? (make a n_gga feel somethin’)
what they wanna do? (make a n_gga feel somethin’)
uh, what they wanna do? (make a n_gga k!ll somethin’)
yeah, what they wanna do? (make a n_gga k!ll somethin’)

- 8ball

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