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My Buddy
作詞:Delmar Arnaud, Jr., Ricardo Brown, Michael Dean, Jr., Jerold Ellis, Garrick Husbands, Jr., Leroy Williams
Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy And you know that
Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you
Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic Blastin', askin' no questions When they catch you in a gunfight Kaboom, we still mash as a team
As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', Makin' a low outta killin'
Pullin' scandalous jeans Forfillin' fantasy dreams Catch me on a Costa Rica With a island full of weed Money and bitches On a boat for sweet
See when I'm yellin' International help me No color lines on my Ugly and fine, you can sell me
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do 'Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou Would you make way for two mo' Fo' blows, like you have hoes
Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto Fore youngsters, Hennessey sponsors With fore youngsters on a Quarter of the map now I do
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I spin mayor loot and khaki suits Nike's and cripsacks Wetsuits and leather boots I block niggas twice with thighs Buck with a .45 Make you open while You blast at the parking lot
What you speakin' on Wanna go through it Drink a lot, made from fluid Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music
My buddy, Daz Dilly and Knubskully You will be thanked With you're petty pang petty
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
Check it out No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows You ain't all about the homies
You besta check the fault Pencils, playin' niggas in the crowd style Thinkin' 'bout the row outta town With the heater cock bust a million rounds
Dogg Pound internationals Drippin' off fools While the dock can bust The facility touch
I made the game down correct And kissed my belt like I was James Brown Spin around with the twist on the ground [Unverified]
Turn a diss in the pound Dogg Pound live around Niggas hittin' the ground Fuck around and get shot up
I tear shit up, you can ask Puff Let M.C.'s, Mary J. B. and Jodeci About that nigga Yuk means the hardcore You're kicked off tour For piss marking on the hotel floor
G riders, We ride, DP ride Get the mashin' niggas Or the mat see automatic Get the blastin' niggas Shakin' nigga, bankin' nigga Quit the heater Stop blankin' niggas
I'm jack style surrounded by weed smoke See me and my peoples in the club Thugged up, suited in street clothes We roll, cut dough 'Cause we so on triple gold, see hoes With weed with me and my amigo
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
Who did that, who shitted Who spoke on the ghetto row, You Who supa-dupu fly I gave it to the test players I will come back
Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie 'Cause when I get there The hoes will be all off on me I know y'all got a gang of bitches
Ha, ha and like fabulous thangs And livin' life persutive in nights machine dippin' With a pocket full of c-notes Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch
I'm still a player, pop the slinger Ice-cream and [unverified] Rockin' Hillfiger just like a dada I rock around the house of rockwilder Just like a mobster, time to clock me Daz, Kurupt and Knumb in the Impala
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy)
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