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bang bang boogie - your not hood - suicide كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[intro]
g stacks, clk
in the motherf_ckin’ building
walk with me
(you’re not hood)

[chorus: cuban link]
you wear your pants above your waist
just a gangsta on my sp_ce
gon’ make you catch a case (you’re not hood)
better watch what’s coming out your mouth
before i run up i your house, punk
and knock you the f_ck out (the n_gga shook)
that n_gga khaled’s not a gangsta (p_ss)
that n_gga joe’s such a w_nksta (yeah, yeah)
you better watch your way you walkin’ about
now you know it ain’t no talkin’ it out
it’s cuban link, new yorkin’ it out

[verse 1: cuban link]
now, n_gga, i’m good with the .9 but i’m bad with the shotty
get me mad enough, i’ll blast everybody
motherf_cker, now it’s too late to parly
you know what happened in p.r. after the party
should’ve rocked you but i felt sorry
how this n_gga think he harder than gotti?
don’t make me have your mother look at your body
sayin’ “my baby never hurt n0body”, ayo, khaled, you a f_ggot
you about to get your motherf_ckin’ sh_t tossed like a salad
i’ma let you have it, f_ck you and the motherf_cker rick ross
you ain’t a big boss, sl!ck ross, that’s for talkin’ out your lip gloss
motherf_cker, come and get yours, i’m from the bronx, ny
but i got cubans in the 3_0_5 that’ll let the clip off
and i’m still in the hood, y’all n_ggas wish i could
got a lil few scars in the face but the girls still say i’m lookin’ good
i hope it’s understood, i really wish i would
take me back to the packin’ the macs
get in the back of the action with the big black hood
y’all should just really listen before you come up missin’
understand the chain of command before you think you the man
n_gga, play your position, y’all ain’t no competition
we can take it beyond the distant, why you think joey left new york and he’s down in miami with your narrow ass kissin’
[part 2]

[intro: dj]
shoutout to my n_gga lou
zoo bound n_ggas, everybody down in miami
y’all n_ggas know what it is
pump this up real loud, real loud

[chorus: cuban link]
now there’s so many rappers and not enough rhymes
too many actors and not enough lines
too many haters, don’t wanna just sign
too many traitors that done crossed the line
too many gangstas and not enough crime
too many w_nkstas with not enough spine
you still gon’ feel them, shots from my nine
so give me the mic ’cause it’s my turn to shine

[verse 1: cuban link]
now it’s so much drama in the nyc
it’s so hard being cuban to the l_i_n_k
tell ’em haters “you better stay the h_ll out my way”
’cause like a waiter, i’m quick to serve ’em sh_lls off a tray
i stay fresh to death like a million bucks
on some pretty thug sh_t in a sicilian tux
catch me chillin’ in the clubs with the realest thugs
federales there to watch me like i’m dealin’ drugs
i’m like “what, is it because i’m from the hood and i’m shinin'”
they got you irony like i’m your new assignment
trying to find a crime by examining my rhymes
and i’m grindin’, i’m just a product of my environment
big rings, big chains, big diamonds
wrist flows, small hoes and the finest
i’m smooth, i’m cool, i move in silence
don’t be mad, boy, ups is hiring
so sound the sirens, ring the alarm
cuban link up in this b_tch again getting it on
i’m at the red carpet, itchin’ with two freaks on the arm
they the bomb but my baddest b_tch fits in the palm
just my lil freaky bong, i keeps a clip in the thong
hit the switch and it’s on when he’s flippin’ up com
like a don, put it on, i’m with my wits and my charm
get the money, the honies jump in the whip, hong kong
but i’m back to the grill again, every move is militant
can’t fool in diligent with the urge to k!ll again
been branded an outkast and stranded like gilligan
now it’s the time, i gotta shine like a filament
spotlight, i’m stealing it like a thief in the night
when it’s beef, i’m the type to sink they t__th in the bite
got a deep appetite, i gotta feed off the mic
so i’ma read ’em they rights and lead ’em into the light
[bridge]
now you know what’s up when i’m up in the club
i’m in the vip, that’s how i’m rollin’, rollin’
get enough groupie love, poppin’ bub
with a couple of freaks, i gets them open
it ain’t my fault that i’m so fly
i see you hatin’ than i know why
’cause it’s nothin’ you can do, playboy
if i was you, i’d be real as the meet, the kid is golden
you know what’s up when the push comes to shove
you know i’m bustin’ my heat, that’s how i’m rollin’
and my thug son, it runs in the blood
the streets be callin’ me, that’s why i’m holdin’

[outro]
it ain’t my fault that i’m so real
only thing i trust is that blue steel
just let a n_gga front if you want
i’ma show ’em not to f_ck with me, that’s how i’m rollin’

- bang bang boogie

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