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young buck - you can get it too كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
wussup real n-gg-s? (real n-gg-s..)
aye yo, shout out to dem n-gg-s in penny-tentiary
i see y’all n-gg-s, my n-gg-s comin’ home!!
and it’s onn!!

[verse 1]
i don’t want no problems (yeah n-gg-), i just want to shoot (so watch yaself)
i don’t want to rob ’em (haha), i just want tha loot (gimme dat, mothaf-cka!)
i don’t want no problems (yeah n-gg-), i just want to shoot (so watch yaself)
i don’t want to rob ’em (haha), i just want tha loot (gimme dat, mothaf-cka!)
there come ’em boys wit’ dem bandanas on (yeah!)
they totin’ ak’s wit’ banana clips on (blow!)
you thankin’ we snorin’ some much white on dese streets (whudd!)
dese ho’s out here doin’, i’m a pimp
n-gg- tip is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
look i ain’t here to play, i can git it ‘nutha day (yeah!)
i do it fo’ tha hood, and you do it fo’ tv (c’monn!)
now, streets love n-gg-s like me and young jeezy
i’m leanin’ on tha leatha and grippin’ on tha wood
wit’ my hand on a metal, i wish a n-gg- would (wooooo)

[chorus – 2x]
i don’t want no problems, i just want to shoot (boom!)
i don’t want to rob ’em, i just want tha loot (yeah!)
and i ain’t fo’ no talkin’, so wutchu wanna do?! (do!)
got click full of killas, n-gg- you can git it too!! (too!)

[verse 2]
tha word on tha streets is
some g-unit n-gg-s, wit’ whole lotta guns, bussin’ shots (yeeaaahh)
so somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky
go try to make ’em young boys stop (ooowhh!!)
i’m not sent to play dese games (whudd!)
see some thangs, they’ll change
you’ll no longa hear me sayin’ dese rappas names (nah!)
i had e’nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time’s up
b-tch i’m comin’ to ya hood if you wanna fight buck (let’s gooo!)
spider-loc got me ridin’ thru dese sets in la
as country as i am, mayn’ i feel like i’m gon’ stay(west-ssiide!)
they know a real n-gg- when they see ’em – i won’t play
and i ain’t worry ’bout no money n-gg-, i know dre
tha glock stay on me, and tha knife’s fo’ back-up (ooh!!)
i’m comin’ to tha +vibe awards+, dare ya to ack up (haha)
go tell ’em dat i’m back, and i’m still on my hustle
you know a n-gg- stapped, hommie you don’t want no trouble

[chorus – x2]

[outro]
huh!!
so it is whudd it is..
dat’s a rap..
next time i’m start shootin’ tha sh-t outta you b-tch azz rap n-gg-s
phureal tho!!
n-gg-s know, i just walked out up of dat court room smellin’ like weed and shiit..
haha..
phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my -ss!
tha da can kiss my -ss!
every body in tha godd-mn court room, can kiss my -ss!!
f-ck y’all!!
’cause see, when a mothaf-ckin’ n-gg- got his life in ya hands
y’all mothaf-ckin’ still good
but when a n-gg- beat cho mothaf-ckin’ azz, y’all n-gg-s be like “wooohh”

- young buck

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