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Da Cops

アーティスト：Lil' Flip & Z-Ro  アルバム：Kings Of The South 

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(feat. Trae) [talking] Thank you thank you very much Now it's back to the block, holla You know, we from the hood right We use to running from the cops, let's go [Hook] Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops Whoa, it's time to close down shop Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops You hear them tires, when the block get hot [Lil' Flip] I'm straight off the plane, on my way to the block Instead of a Matchbox, I got a neck full of rocks A gold Bentley watch, with three karats on top You know I got eight clovers, with three in the shop Nigga I'm straight from the gutter, too fresh to stutter In my hood you rap, play ball or hustle And if you living with your mother, and you over 18 That's a god damn shame, if you know what I mean I'm still down with Will-Lean, cause he kept it one hundred That's why, he got a welcome back piece on his stomach My chinchilla been iller, cause I cut the sleeves And most niggaz get X'd out, because of greed I'm top five dead or alive, I need my props Left Miami in my plane, I had to leave my yacht And I try my best, to figure y'all people out But niggaz hate it cause I made it, and I'm sitting on top I use to run from the cops, four years ago A hardheaded young kid, stealing vehicles My best friend got shot, and my uncle got popped The FEDs caught his ass, coming out of Little Rock I pack a lil' glock, a deuce-deuce in my socks When y'all gon realize, I got the streets on lock And my new Caprice drop, plus I got a L-Dog Nigga this is how I'm living, I ain't gotta tell y'all I'm about my mail dog, they told me I would fail y'all I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog I'm about my mail y'all, they told me I would fail y'all I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog [Hook] [Lil' Flip] Niggaz respect me in my hood, cause I don't kiss no ass I got my license for my gun, cause I ain't miss no class Brr-ack now get back, before this 4-5 kick back What happened to that tough talk, where your click at I be in Harlem, with Jim and Cam Or you can catch me in the Bronx, with Macho hoe Or Fat Joe prick, you know I roll with them guards We take niggaz off the streets, and give 'em jobs And most rappers play hard, until they take a bullet Anybody can get shot, it take a man to pull it So what you proving, not a god damn thang I peep your game, you just want fame off my name



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