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mayz road kartel - down with the snubnoze click كلمات أغنية

[hook: hav oz]
down with the snubnoze cl!ck, steady getting high

[verse 1: tre_8]
tre_8 setting in straight, ain’t no need to perpetrate
eyes red as fire from the bud and courvoisier
rolling through the neighborhood, and you know the plan was good
bustas wanna clown in my town, fool, i wish you would
roll the fold deep in that chevrolet like everyday
pop that snubnoze in the dash and we let it play
headed to the liquor store, gotta buy another piff
gotta fire up another spliff, chief but i never sniff
chilling in the club blowing bud with that n_gga guice
hav oz on the microphone and he’s gеtting loose
b_tches on our d_ck, cause thеy think a n_gga making cheese
think a n_gga slanging keys, but i’m on that slanging deeds
riding is that n_gga tre_8 on the microphone
ain’t a d_mn chicken but the bone, once again it’s on
beeping while i’m sipping on this cold 40oz of beer
yellow ass n_gga blowing smoke in the atmosphere

[hook]

[verse 2: tre_8]
picturing reality every day, that’s why they call me tre
8 days a week from the ghetto slums, that’s where i stay
drinking on that yak, smoking a sack, kicking that ghetto rhyme
black_o_u_t on the track, now you know that i’m
down with the snubnoze cl!ck major clientele
no more chilling on the corner, trying to make a sell
now i’m straight pimping, playing hoes in this game of life
this all about reality, all about the guns and knives
n_ggas laying dead cause they thought they ass was bulletproof
fronting like they hard when they sweeter than a baby ruth
drunk off that liquor, ready to pull the trigger
shot but he missed, got popped by the next n_ggas
all over some bullsh_t, i’ll tell you what these n_ggas need
knowledge of themselves and a fat sack of indo weed
beeping while i’m sipping on this cold 40oz of beer
yellow ass n_gga blowing smoke in the atmosphere
[hook]

[verse 3: tre_8]
third verse, got these n_ggas bumping to this ghetto sh_t
trying hard as f_ck but i’m stuck in this ghetto, b_tch
blowing cause i’m knowing one day i’ll be popping on the scene
smoking on a sack in the back of a limousine
eating caviar with the crackers out in hollywood
thinking about the days i sold crack in the neighborhood
but in ’95 i’m just a thug from around the way
trying to survive in the hood each and every day
got another sack, took the swisher sweets from my pocket
roll it up tight, gotta light, let these n_ggas spark it
blowing shotguns in the right and it still with smoke
spent my last fire on the dime, now a n_gga’s broke
corner store 12 o’clock, trying to get my hustle on
made some cheese, bought a 20 sack, now i’m heading home
beeping while i’m sipping on this cold 40oz of beer
yellow ass n_gga blowing smoke in the atmosphere

- mayz road kartel

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