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Tytuł: Tryin' to blow

  • Wykonawca: M.M.O.
  • Wyświetleń: 1360


     feat. Kurupt
  
  [Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
  Uh, M.M.O. official
  Young Gotti, let's go
  Uh, let's go, let's go
  
  [Chorus: Triggnomm]
  Aiyo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
  We gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blow
  We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
  Me and Itchy, spittin' fifty, fuck a hospital
  Yo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
  We gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blow
  We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
  Me and Gotti, catchin' bodies, fuck a hospital
  
  [Itchy-Fingas]
  Aiyo, I blow speed limits, blow 'dro with the windows tinted
  I blow fifty grand, racin' my man
  Blow fifty on my neck and my hand, we splurged out
  Nigga blow you in the face and give you another mouth
  Nigga blowin' at twice, nigga blowin' at dice
  That nigga blowin' his life, that nigga blowin' his ice
  I get blow, 'bout twenty a gram in some towns
  We ain't no average dudes, twenties rabbit foods
  I mash you fools, crash like, that's the Coup
  And if I catch you on my block, we gon' wet the stool
  Yeah, you got guns, but you scared to shoot
  I leave you hooked up to tubes like vegetables
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Kurupt]
  Been in the war, spinnin' white balls in a car
  Droppin' like drawers and jaws, bounce like balls
  Where's the bread? Four lens, searchin' their head
  And spurs are spread, separatin' limbs and legs
  Arms are harm, hung from the palm of the arm'
  Toss in the palm, Vietnam, harmin' them all
  Send the word, it's superb Benz with birds
  A vengeance, abidin' by, soaked in 'sherm
  I still fuck local whores, cuz it's yours
  All in your jaws and your vocal chords
  You want some blow? Or you want something to blow?
  You want something now? Or later on tomo'?
  Well, here's the blow, and here's somethin' to blow
  Now let it go, pink in rain, sleet or snow
  Yea, your nigga got guns, but he's scared to shoot
  Everything's computerized, but you can't computer
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Triggnomm]
  Heat blows out, in the street, we speed blow outs
  When we blow out, see M.M.O., we 'dro'd out
  Braids, waves, bald heads or blow outs
  So show out, I take a deep breath, blow out
  Empty fours out, Triggnomm, Kurupt and Itchy
  With a O of yae yo, and a folded fifty
  Blowin' quickly, spittin' fifty at 50
  Ya'll still with me? Flow blow so swiftly
  Can't hit me, go past fast, can't get me
  Petey Pablo flow, ya'll still with me?
  Stick with me, cause when I blow, ya'll gonna miss me
  Blowin' fifty every year, not to fit me
  
  [Chorus to fade]
  

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