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d block – who dat كلمات اغاني

[styles p:]
hahaha, owwwwww!
we just keep smokin and smokin and smokin
hehehe, i enjoy myself!
i eventually expect to fall out one of these days
but f-ck it… whattup?

m-i-double-l-i-o-n’s
got cash, can’t trust some of my old friends
n-gg-z ain’t walk this path of my old timbs
let me find out it’s my lawn that there’s potholes in
cause p ain’t posdonus, smoke blunts like a rasta
hold uzis in a mobster suit
the bugati got ostrich seats, my gosh i’m loose
pick up 50 g’s a morning with my orange juice
now, you don’t know me and you don’t want to
cause – six in the mornin, i’m comin to hunt you
give it a little time, i have the country sewed
cause i did more dirt than a country road
frankly i don’t give a d-mn like, humphrey bog’
20 bricks, 50 pounds that’s my monthly load
n-gg- watch the pump explode, you can jump if you want
but i’ma dump ’til i ran the globe (c’mon)

[chorus: t. waters]
who’s that makin that god d-mn noise?
that’s s.p., waters and them d-block boys
don’t worry ’bout a scr-p daddy, we pop toys
so don’t go f-ckin with them d-block boys
now now now who that makin that god d-mn noise?
that’s s.p., waters and them d-block boys
don’t worry ’bout a scr-p daddy, we pop toys
so don’t go f-ckin with them d-block boys

[t. waters:]
street dreams consist of triple beams
a vest’ll connect with the best for red seams
a m-16 for fiends with heavy habits
why wait on him when waters already have it?
spread to the west, started with petty traffic
get a g-ssy n-gg- -ss and dead him with some matches
now he ashes, no need for a casket
f-ckin b-st-rd, i’m the greatest, young c-ssius
squeeze first or get hit ’til your knees hurt
and do top {?} free work on your t-shirt
usually with b-tches i start with the beat first
but i’ma show these n-gg-z that beef hurt
now now now, i stay true to my tattoos
one life to live, forgive me t. waters a fool
i used to sell weed, half quarters at school
put some bread on his head, i’ll slaughter the dudes, ya heard?

[chorus]

[styles p:]
you don’t wanna be in the coma
f-ckin with this ruff ryder artist, d-block owner
any liquor i drink i chase with coronas
rap so hard n-gg-z tryin to clone us
needed a ghost rider you just shoulda phoned us
you really ain’t gangster cause you been woulda showed us
whattup homey, whattup cuz
i keep a orange boxcutter and i don’t cut up rugs
mad beef jumpin off is what a whattup does
if i felt like the vibe was wrong, that’s my word
12 gauge mausberg, your side is gone
now some of y’all is joinin, some of y’all retirin
you need a hit man, i’m the one for hirin (call me)
i keep the dutch and the gun, still firin
watch out for n-gg-z, cause feds got ’em wired in
first second third and fourth, i hear si-rens

[chorus]

[gunshot and gunfire]

- d block

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