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albee al - wake up the neighbors كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dusty locane]
yeah, grrt_tah
i wanna see what’s rollin’, man
(you’re gonna need some water for this one)
i got al wit’ me, look, uh

[chorus: dusty locane & albee al]
bro’ll pull up to the function
hopped out, n_ggas started runnin’
and you don’t wanna talk bodies, ’cause we pile ’em up likes it’s nothin’
opp pack, and it’s punchin’, my lil’ homie said, “f_ck it”
if we outside, i give him the green, then all he gotta’ do is up it
(grrt, bow) choppa’ll wake up the neighbor
i caught him slippin’, then graved him
b_tch, i’m a shooter like tatum
he on the floor, and they beggin’ to save him
i’m from the trenches, they made him
so you know i’m a shooter and still tryna date him
hop out the track and wavе it

[verse 1: dusty locane]
hopped out, and he got gunned down
all thе neighbors hearin’ is a drum sound
two poles and they switched up, you ain’t one of us, then don’t come ’round
he tote a knocker, he a man now
it’s gon’ be another man down
oh, he ain’t know that he was for the drillers, guess that n_gga understand now
[verse 2: albee al]
(hold the f_ck up, let’s go) like, i want him dead
all of that woofin’ and dissin’ the dead
i told my brother that i’m seein’ red, and he brought me his head
dusty is crip, and n_gga, i’m blood
it ain’t ya’ life, you runnin’ to us
you screamin’, “cuz,” it’s brotherly love
gangster to gangster, it come from the mud

[verse 3: dusty locane]
look, n_ggas comin’ from the bottom
we was dealin’ wit’ the opposition broad day, have my lil’ homie drop ’em
he was in the picture, so we cropped ’em
roll that boy in a spliff, it’s knockin’
arp or the drac’, al got the k, you know he a problem, uhhh

[verse 4: albee al]
who am i? king of my city, i’m givin’ ’em hope
i heard a opp got shot in his throat
stars in the mission, it’s murder she wrote
so who want the smoke?
i heard he died, but his eyes open, they thought he was woke
i had to mute ’em, the glock a remote
swear i be trippin’, i’m easy provoke
yo, sh_t, it get sticky, man, i got it on me, i’m keepin’ a bl!cky
i roll through the city and cops tryna get me, opps tryna get me
you better run like you ricky, you better run, run, run
you better run like you ricky, ’cause i got a gun, gun, gun
[verse 5: dusty locane]
look, my n_ggas pr_ne to violence
and whether you wit’ us or not, it don’t matter, ’cause my n_ggas known for slidin’
we got it down to a science
all i gotta’ do is send the lo’, they go
you know my n_ggas on timin’, heat it up, change the climate
look, green beam on the laser
let him run, i don’t gotta’ chase him
to the gang, i’m a saviour
have ’em push yo’ wig like a taper
fourth quarter, we was down five, but we couldn’t let them n_ggas take us
tell ’em, “drill,” and it’s, “copy,” now we scorin’ on ’em like a laker

- albee al

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