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Touched

アーティスト:UGK  アルバム:Ridin' Dirty  作詞:BUTLER CHAD L/PIMP C/FREEMAN BERNARD JAMES/BUN B  作曲:BUTLER CHAD L/PIMP C/FREEMAN BERNARD JAMES/BUN B 

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Listen up, I got a story to tell Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell Say dog, listen up, I got a story to tell Say man, listen up, I got a story to tell Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe Now this was not a hoe in the sense of havin' the pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn since tryin' to push me He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes Hating like a baby mama 'cause I'm playing my dues Trying to hold on to my little chunk but not but a punk In the parkin' lot bmpin' hes gums With his ki's int the trunk Ohh what I'm supsed to jump 'cause you got a pump You aimin that bitch in the ssky you chump Poin that motherf**ker this way and dump Oh what you scared to go to the penn Thinkin them niggas gon' tap your rump Man I thought he played bold but he ain't even fuss Man the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to buss But his trigger stayed cold I wasn't surpresed I drecognezed that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes Unmask his disguise a sheep in wolf's clothing On their prey He tried to hunt the hunter And got hunted down his goddamn self in Virginia Niggas it's where we stay Ain't none of that kkk'n or playin' so see a Or e up out your life or you test yourself And make a nigga break you off to peace you rest youself Oh yes your health is what's in question And I hope this ass whippin' Teach you a motherf**kin' lesson Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched 'cause deep in the South boy's comin' up cold Talkin' down my name and what it's all about You niggas better get some cut and get my name out You mouth 'cause I don't know why you got plex with me Testin' me but I'm a pull my ship and let you see That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive So you haters need to quit with that bull blustin' And take another ride Niggas jumped and crossed the line The movies got this boy f**ked up n the mind Not to mention the wine and the codeine syrup combined Easy access to 9's And shit talkin' hoes that's fine And all they got time for is four swisher dimes Committing crimes amped off water And some exaggerated rhyme So if bein' hard ain't in your heart Then don't start niggas'll tear your weak mind apart Bidtchy old man talkin' to me like I'm in school He don't know I hang with killers Willie waste that fool


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