Testi musica canzoni

Uh Def Jam
Uh Ruff Rydes
Uh my nigga T.P. creep wit' me

Why is it every move I make turns out to be a bad one?
Where's my guardian angel?
Need one, wish I had one
I'm right here shorty, and I'ma hold you down'
You tryin' to fuck hootie bitches?
I'ma show you how
But who?
Name's D like you
But my friends call me Damien
And I'ma put you in this up there
Up out this game we in
You and me could take it there
And you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin'
That's a given?
You'll see
Hmmm, that's what I been wantin'
All my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man
So I call my wife
Yo, yo' dadda is about to make it happen
What you mean my nigga?
I'm about to make it, rappin'
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're a lot alike
And wants to be my friend
You mean like Chuckie?
Ha ha, yeah just like Chuckie
Dadda, looks like we both lucky
Yeah

Chorus:
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in a fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in a fog?

A yo D
What up D?
You the smoove nigga
I seen you when nobody know who pulled the trigga
Yeah you know, it's always over dough
You sure? I could'a swore it was over a ho
Naw, naw, that ain't my style
Nigga you stay frontin'
But you still my man
And I ain't gon' say nothin'
Pass the weed, go 'head smoke it
What?
Go 'head, drink it
Word?
Go 'head and fuck shortie
Know I can keep a secret
Aight
I'm about to have you drivin'
Probably a Benz
But we gotta stay friends
Blood out blood in
Sounds good to me, fuck it
What I got to lose?
Hmmm
Nothin' I could think of
Any nigga would choose
Got me pushin' the whips
Takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced
Nigga I floss g's
For that nigga, I would bleed
Give him my right hand
Now that I think about it
Yo, that's my man

Chorus X2

You like how everything is goin'?
You like what I gave you?
Yeah
You know if you was goin' down
I'd be the one to save you
True
But yo I need a favor
These cats across town hate me
Plus their behavior hasn't been too good lately
What, anything for you dog
Where them niggaz at?
38th and Broadway
Aight, lemme get the gat
Run up on 'em strapped
Bust off caps in 4 niggaz
Lay low for 'bout a month
Then kill 2 mo' niggaz
Now I'm ready to chill
But you still want me to kill
Look at what I did for you dog
Come on, keep it real
Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it
Who is it this time?
A yo remember that kid Shaun
You used to be with in '89?
Naw, that's my man
I thought I was yo' man
But yo that's my nigga
Hey, who's yo' biggest fan?
Either do it, or give me yo' right hand
That's what you said
I see now ain't nothin' but trouble ahead
Uh huh

Chorus X2

To be continued mother fuckers