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wildliffe society - straight shoota 2 da moon كلمات أغنية

[intro]
it be callin’ me man! (dope fiend! dope fiend!)
it be callin’ me man! (dope fiend!)

[hook: mello_t, angela walls & iris thigpen]
dope fiends knockin’ at my door (yeah)
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell (straight shooter to the moon)

[verse 1: mello_t]
show me love, if you ever see me falling
d’lo’s a youngsta, he’s ballin’
smokin’ cess, but mello t’s on the chill
shootin’ them hoops, while i running that pill
trying to get my hustle on, grippin’ to the chrome
like mic jager, d’lo rolling stone
doing bad so i front him cocaine, intention to slang
crack rock getting flamed
don’t bе no sucker for no clucker
d’lo be my g so i lovе him like a brother
i give him everything to stop him from smoking caine
but he can’t hang, so our slang going down the drain
be the life on my g on a 360, “mello give me something”
fool you can miss me, it kind of hurt me too see him this way, cause back in the day hamp had like hay
on the block, with a fat knot, grippin’ to the glock, rollin’ on the dope spot, making fat drops
you see clucker but that man had game
the pain, the game, the coke, the caine
my ace boom coon, in one room, with big fat crack rock, straight shootin’ to the moon
(yea it’s ’95, ain’t no slippin’ and slidin’, it’s all about surviving fool)
[hook: mello_t, angela walls & iris thigpen]
dope fiends knockin’ at my door (yeah)
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell (straight shooter to the moon)

dope fiends knockin’ at my door
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell

[verse 2: rated x]
here we go again, still in this ghetto
i’m in to deep so l can’t let it go
my hearts bout to bust, cause it’s so much pain
peeping at them og’s who done changed lanes
but back in the day when you used to get it on, rolling fat trues with them propped out brahms
player from the old school rolling big d
got them hood rats tricking sitting on a quarter key
big roller from the south, spitting that game, now all the big players cross the border know your name
now you graduate two birds at a time, nineteen a piece
everything’s looking fine
you hit the high_way, dirty with them thangs
them players from the westside want you out the game
so you rollin’ deep cover, can’t stay in one place
tooting up your own stash living day to day
use to tell me all the time, “you’s a cool little shorty”
now you running up, wanting me to break you off
you hipped me to this thang, and you don’t even know
another fool gone bad, clucking up that snow
so how you think i feel, you used to be my hero
now you smoked out on your knees like a zero
haitian is a k!lla that’s the moral of this tale
but i shows love to my g’s i don’t sell
[hook: mello_t, angela walls & iris thigpen]
dope fiends knockin’ at my door
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell (straight shooter to the moon)

dope fiends knockin’ at my door
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell

[verse 3: mello_t]
making the money, faking them dummies
it’s a taste test, o.g. ronnie
tongue on numb, the rock got ’em sprung
back in jr. high i played ball with his oldest son
it’s a shame that my homie gotta see that
his dear old dad, sweatin’ mello for the crack
but on the real, you feel, but you still deal
my baby gotta eat, it’s the dollar bill
that i’m taking an making from this cluckers
a little crack monster, that’s bout to be a mother
it’s genocide, so take a closer look
you either be a crook, or you gonna gets hook

[verse 4: rated x]
let’s roll through the crib, trey 402 shady oak where i live
that’s where i came up, that’s where i show love
a life full of pain fool cause that’s how it was
some of the same little g’s that i came up with
pulling tall capers, in the hood for the clique
stone cold hustler, moving too fast
smoking mo mo’s, now i see you doing bad
sn_tching radios, gots to get a hit
trying to get me down to the first on a l!ck
but every time you ask i can’t do it main
cause i done seen you clock big g’s in the game
will l ever see you on again i can’t tell
but i shows love to my g’s i don’t sell
(an he was dead with a crack rock in his mouth)

dope fiends knockin’ at my door
dope fiends ringing my bell
but to my g’s i don’t sell
to my g’s i don’t sell

- wildliffe society

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