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Brang Yo Azz Outdoz

アーティスト:Ying Yang Twins  アルバム:Thug Walkin' 

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Aw shit let that pussy nigga write whats out ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what (Chorus 1) - repeat 2X Test that nigga, rush that nigga get that nigga, man bust that nigga (Chorus 2) You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) you wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz (Verse 1) The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub She come to move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator BITCH, I'll see ya later (Verse 2) I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but now a nigga livin good Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods If you didnt know TD drop thangs, put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains CAN YOU HANG? (Chorus 1) You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz (Verse 3) Mayhem, double hands on the above To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em Murderers, killas, thug niggas Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill) You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)


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