Back To Tha Shit (Featuring D-Moe, San Quinn) - D-Moe, San Quinn, JT The Bigga Figga

Back To Tha Shit (Featuring D-Moe, San Quinn) - D-Moe, San Quinn, JT The Bigga Figga

Альбом
Playaz N The Game
Год
1993
Язык
`English`
Длительность
223300

Below is the lyrics of the song Back To Tha Shit (Featuring D-Moe, San Quinn) , artist - D-Moe, San Quinn, JT The Bigga Figga with translation

Lyrics " Back To Tha Shit (Featuring D-Moe, San Quinn) "

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Back To Tha Shit (Featuring D-Moe, San Quinn)

D-Moe, San Quinn, JT The Bigga Figga

The G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes

Cocking Glocks, pulling macs when the funk is on

Pack your chrome motherfucker when you leave home

When you fucking with them niggas from the danger zone

Well back on the track is the nigga D-Moeja

Sipping on the Grand Mar' and puffing on the doja

And everybody know the D dash Moe can have you hittin'

Cause shit that I be spittin' is fittin' tighter than a mitten

Written in a book by a crook I was locked up

And did so much dirt that I should have been boxed up

Gone with the wind but I’m still in the house

Giving game from my brain to my motherfucking mouth

I gives a fuck I’m sick as fuck I’m from the Y-B-G

Now D dash Moe is just a factor in the S-F-C

Ninety-three, Get Low be going federal

Top notch, motherfucker on a pedestal

I’m coming tight don’t try to perp and say a nigga not

Because these bullets that me got in me gun is hot

Now piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop pop

Seventeen rounds out a nickel-plated Glock

I gets my currency, my capital, my cash flow

I mean my mail, my scratch do you feel me though?

So don’t be stressin' it’s a lesson from tha Youngsta

A playa and a hustla, and can’t fuck with you bustas

Trust a bitch?

Never would, never could, gotta stack

Got a mac, keep a hoe on her back, pack a nine

On the grind, every time, coming sick

G-L-P in the house getting back to the shit

Well G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes

Creepin' through the cuts, flippin' em up when the funk is on

Mr. Illiac on the track quite exceptional professional mack

When I’m 'bout to check a fat stack

From the editor, currency a four to five creditor

Docked in the back on the gank like the predator

Utilize and finalize my mission, chewin' niggas up

When it comes to competition, now they wishin'

That we slip to the flip to the beat to the bone

Niggas was here but now they gone

The Get Low P is in the house

Poppin' it on the microphone

My nigga Herm hooked it up for us niggas

The Young Baby Boy, D-Moe and the Figga

Just a few young niggas from The Moe-town

When we pop the shit, nigga cause we throw down

Now my nigga San Quinn is about to flow

So let me pass the mic and tell them niggas about them hoes

You silly hoes and niggas better peep this game

While this game is worth my peepin'

Creepin' through the Sucka Free

I’m knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em sleepin'

Cause it’s a daily operation for us to wreck thangs

I’m whippin' and flippin', slidin' and slippin' through Frisco, the hoes swang

From the nutsack, you ready to buck I’m ready to buck back

I’m down for the funk up on the streets or all up in the fuckin' rap

I’ll tiggity-tag your ass fast with this nine millimeter

Scared to follow the leader, so with the slug I gotta leave ya

The Get Low rep from The Moe to The Point

Smoke a blunt and a joint, The Young Baby Boy’s the right choice

When I voice my opinion you better recognize

Cause it’s your own fuckin' life you might jeopardize

Commitin' crimes I’m droppin' rhymes and hittin' the fuckin' dank and

I’m fuckin' your bitch and checkin' my grips and sippin' on the drank and

I’m gankin', and gafflin' and jumpin' off the fuckin' top flo'

I’ll bust a spin and a grin and Quinn will Get Low

Nineteen ninety-three, the G-L-P

Mackin stackin' and always stackin'

Ready to flip a track and check a fat stack nigga

Coming from the west side of the Presidio

JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn and D-Moe

Three young niggas

Three young Gs

Poppin' that shit with ease, mayne

And we outta here fasho-ly, ya know me?

Ha ha

Three young niggas from the Get Low

Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco

I say three young niggas from the Get Low

From the Get Low, from the Get Low

Cause we poppin' that shit on a daily basis

From the Get Low town cause they tryin' to take this

Game from the gamer, but they cain’t

Cause that’s how the shit go mayne

Three young niggas from the Get Low

Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco

I say three young niggas from the Get Low

From the Get Low, from the Get Low

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