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dj paul - sweet robbery كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dj paul, crunchy black & koopsta knicca phone call]
-triple 6 mafia?
what’s up crunchy?
-shirrrt
get koop on tha phone
-koop pick up tha other phone dawg
~sh-t yezzir?
it’s on tonight!

[hook/sample]
but now my n-ggas talking about robbing
jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask

[verse 1: dj paul]
chillin’ on a porch, firin’ a torch to the light green
weed then proceed to my mission as i plot a scheme
meanwhile the sun set, trees blowing spookiness
twist the doorkn-b to my crib, inside was the mask and tech
creepin’ through the dark of my job takin’ yams
expose ya on yo whealthiness, heavy lemons i’m shuttin’ ’em down
enterin’ the green chevy, poppin’ openin’ the dash
fast reaching for the mask -uh- d-mn was a blast
first i scoop, cruisin’ a two
(shieet there them n-ggas over at the corner mane)
keys for the sellin’ is what he got for me to come over and stang
hidin’ on a side on a tree, even though them b-tches sleep
i continuously creep and sneak to the window, take a peep
knowin’ i’m nervous plus i’m anxious, i just kicked a back door in
b-tches hit the floor and (?) so i can get in the wind
bullets was scattered and i don’t get mine all the time, so n-gga don’t make me turn mean
pick up the baby that’s smelling like sh-t, throw his lil -ss in the washing machine b-tch

[hook/sample]
but now my n-ggas talking about robbing
jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask

[verse 2: dj paul]
i get commands in my head from my master (k!lla man!)
forcin’ me to rush tha bullets in the back of da
little bitty baby (prove to me you’re crazy!)
so i shot from my glock, bl–dy spots don’t faze me
so sl1ck, 666 sh-t got me dreaming
i’ve seen some fire, i’m thinkin’ “h-ll i hear lil kids screaming”
one angel called up and said “you know you’re wrong”
but one demon came along and said (shoot that tone!)
but yo the devil got the advantage cause i’m full of da weed
he said stang on them b-tches like a bumblebee
i shot holes in the closet, everybody grabbed they ears
but yo i rather like keep it wise so i slapped on the silencer
the n-gga with the dope fell dead on his feet
… then he (?) the dope, like i thought: 2 or 3 keys
murder, help me come clean, the angel was warnin’ me
the devil controlled me to a sweet robbery

[noises of a robbery scenery]

- dj paul

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