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da hoodzmen – one 2 da bootlegga كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
check out the n_gga coming straight to your head
watch dem all fi dead plus i shot ??
oh sh_t, you’re selling my tapes on the street corners
before you sell that tape, i tell you now i’m gonna warn you
if i catch my tape on your deck you geting wrecked
don’t stop ?? to pull or snap a neck
how did you figure on that type of n_gga
don’t even ask how his body ended up in the river
off my tapes you’re making profit
stick out your head i’m a chop it
i rocked it, can’t stop it
i jocked it, i knocked it
d_mn, i wish i could slam like the man
who’s the man? _da hoodzman is the man_
yo, i told you once, i told you twice, it’s time to pay the price
and yo, don’t play the punk chum, i just rolled your dice
[chorus x4]
one 2 da bootleggers and em all fi dead
catch your buck buck buck now your woe is me

[verse 2]
ha ha, i got beef lately for the bootleggers
that’s the sound if you’re trying to get clever
cos you’re not sally selling sh_lls by the sea shore
you sold my sh_t now you’re laying on the floor
which way? where did the bootlegger go?
find the motherf_cker, put a tag on his toe
b_tch, the u_n_i switch to rap singer
you change the pitch, now there’s an itch on my trigger finger
i want some more kidnap get back
you’re selling my tapes? word
cos i don’t wanna be a well known chum with no papes
i pack bricks and bats when the bootleggers bother me
_ eyy yo, universe speak about the quality _
word! the quality sucks, map rappers are getting f_cked
it’s wack to put some change in a n_ggas luck
i know your name but you couldn’t buy a six pack
somebody said the bootlegger got it like that
crack your cranium, you can call me damien
omen, the tapes ain’t yours cause you stole them
ha ha, h_ll n_gga ain’t a f_cking thing funny
i bust nuff shots, do you wanna be a mummy?
dummy, dodo, i play you like toto
cos there’s no place like your dome
once again, it’s gonna be on
chorus x4

[verse 3]
you sell my tape, you get knocked out the box
peace to dreadlocks, i don’t give props to any cops
perhaps i might smoke the funk from my blunt
hit chumps, punks back up, i took the caps from your fronts
now you wanna ?? from my tapes yo
face the great ape, don’t touch my cage i might escape
from the bootleggers grip, check i broke his hip
and after all that i f_cked his moms and he flipped
sh_t, that’s even better
i love to see a bl__dy bootlegger
rip em up, chop em up on my leather
yo leader, give em a columbian neck tie
i don’t give a f_ck if the bootlegger die
ha ha i can get higher than my blunts
sh_ts and rather skunk, i be on that sh_t for months
yo, please oh please don’t f_ck with my weed
?? flip to kick a n_gga in his seeds
i itch like fleas, i spread like disease
it’s time for the bootlegger to bow down to his knees
so here i cluck, there i cluck, everywhere i gluck, gluck
well who got stuck i got the barrel to your nuts
aiming for your c_nt, aiming for your head
catch a buck, buck, buck now the bootlegger’s dead
chorus x4

- da hoodzmen

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