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kraze o'blocka - slide bout it كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
we gon’ ride when it’s war, don’t freeze, better slide ’bout it (slide!)
caught that boy lackin’, he cried, now his soul with the gods ’bout it (dead)
i don’t care if you pray or fast, your ass still get fried ’bout it (b_tch!)
we ain’t duckin’ sh_t but the feds and the flashlights, that’s facts, i’m loud ’bout it (boom!)
got a stick in my coat, it bark like a rott’, i ain’t tryna hear no peace
she want dior, i want a war, we not the same, lil’ freak
broski just upped and dumped on his face, now he can’t even speak (bl!ck!)
told bro chill, i’m deep in the field, i got my name in the streets (on gang!)

[verse]
talk tough, get chalked up — b_tch, we known to crash on sight (blatt!)
hеard he talkin’ like he hot, wе left his dumbass cold at night (boom!)
i’m not into textin’ threats, i send my youngins on that flight
came back smilin’ off a drill like they just earned they stripes (rah!)
p_ssy hallways and backdoor traps
i was raised round crooks with straps
you ain’t never had to duck blue lights while your bro spin back with a mac (grrah!)
grew up seein’ bodies drop, seen too much to act all soft
knew my glock like it was family, kept it on me when i coughed (b_tch!)
she say “why you movin’ grimy?” i said “love don’t live in me”
took my heart out long ago and loaded clips with energy
we up tools and air sh_t out, ain’t no talk, ain’t no delay
he got hit and tried to run, that .40 made his ankle break (go!)
told my twin, “if i go first, just ride ‘til your hands go numb”
we grew up off of section 8, now we ride with sticks like drums (rah!)
whole lotta pain in my voice but i still stand tall with a grin
i lost brothers i can’t get back, so now i sin to win (facts!)
they was sayin’ they outside — where? we slid, they ran and hid
you don’t step like us, lil’ boy, just stay away from where we been (gone!)
[chorus]
we gon’ ride when it’s war, don’t freeze, better slide ’bout it (slide!)
caught that boy lackin’, he cried, now his soul with the gods ’bout it (boom!)
i don’t care if you pray or fast, your ass still get fried ’bout it (uh huh!)
we ain’t duckin’ sh_t but the feds and the flashlights, that’s facts, i’m loud ’bout it (blatt!)
got a stick in my coat, it bark like a rott’, i ain’t tryna hear no peace
she want dior, i want a war, we not the same, lil’ freak
broski just upped and dumped on his face, now he can’t even speak (rah!)
told bro chill, i’m deep in the field, i got my name in the streets (go!)

[outro]
(don’t run, b_tch!)
we slide ‘bout it, ride ‘bout it
(kraze in this b_tch!)
808 wrathlord
(boom! boom! boom!)
gone

- kraze oblocka

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