t – pain – ghetto commandments testo

attendere prego...

“ghetto commandments”
(feat. snoop dogg, mack maine)

yeah yeah, ay
forgive me father
dear heavenly father-ha
ah (ay)
yeah yeah
trap (ay), trap, trap, trap
ay (ay) [x4]

follow my ghetto commandments
you’ll see the way that ill handle it
you gonna’ get f-cked down
or you gonna’ get f-cked up
its still a big deal,
get f-cked or get f-cked up, n-gg-
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time
follow my, ghetto commandments
follow my, ghetto commandments

[t-pain’s verse:]
n-gg-, first of all (all)
im the first and last (last)
you just the first to fall (fall)
im just the first to blast (blaw)
if you’re gonna’ curse us all, (all)
then im gonna’ have to curse yo -ss
the leave you in the park,
underneath some bugs, dirt, and gr-ss (yeah)
im the only me, (me)
but im the first to bust (bust)
and you’re the first victim, (victim)
quinching my thirst for blood (ugh)
trust me homie, you dont want to go to work for us (us)
i’ll turn you hook to -ss, (-ss)
and turn your burst to dust
tell me the difference between love and l-st, (l-st)
cause i love the love, (love)
and im in love with l-st (l-st)
walk up to your b-tch come up when those nevels come (is)
to leave a crack of a crack of a b-tt (yeah)
make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
and when she come up like a squirell,
she just asking for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy im just asked for putt (fore)
so when you come up to my trap you’re just asking for us


[mack maine’s verse:]
they say thou shall not talk, (talk)
thou shall not speak, (speak)
thou shall bow in the presences of a g (g)
i spray mace in a bad boy’s eye
leave his sh-t all f-ckin’ so,
thou shall not see (see)
thou shall not smile
thou shall never teeth
i’ll paint thou or thou shall repeat (peat)
thou shall not (thou shall not)
b-tch i said dont talk,
shoot you in you daddy’s head and feet,
and thou you’re gonna walk
im sick in the head, p-ss in the bed
hop around the ocean, i leave the fisherman red
so much blood on the car, the cops holla’ ‘soo-woo’
b-tch im from new orleans, you know i know that doo-doo
ipod blastin’, 2pac yeah hit em up
chow down, spit em up
black bag, get em up
call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
aint no wireless in the hood, so i aint talking about twitter
and i say,


[snoop dogg’s verse:]
the run away, the rap around (rap aight)
you talk, then you walk, me im shaftin’ down (sh-sh)
see me and the pigs, we dont f-ck around (uh-uh)
that snitching in the hood, lemme’ break that down (break it down)
they do theres, we do ours, understand me?
im blowed up, crippin with my family
and we dont dont give a f-ck about the,
pos, cos, cause we know
that we goes,
then do time in parol (rol)
now im back on the black at night shift
stack on the top im c-ckin’ it
back in the block and you know im cooping it
shoebox full of money with a sock in it
and we celebrating the ghetto by popping it
so no champange or crysto
machine guns or pistols (tols)
blaw, hood sh-t
like that? game over (over)
see in my hood we crip, or dip
follow me [x3]
on some gangsta sh-t, biotch


- t testo

Testi di Random