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  • 作曲 : Anderson, Crump
    Oh yeahAll in formation
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    This face expression of a baller
    Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls
    Leavin' the green ova b*****s, shady tells a 50 licks
    It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions
    Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on ******
    It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights
    Back do it in park, as
    I bounced up out that cash po'
    Call up Joe, where he at?
    He at tha airport
    Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control30 cops chasin' a ***** from the ghetto
    Got away clean, [unverified]
    Tired as hell,
    I put that suit case down
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
    Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
    In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the b*****s
    It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways(Hey)
    My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up
    They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what
    Where the **** at?
    Believe that,
    I need that, so [unverified] ******
    On the south side get slack
    Is it my last day,
    I don't knoe, but if
    I goPut a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke
    So on 3, P
    PG fast street for cannonville
    On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang
    I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha
    Cuban Frames4 4's on top
    I move them thangsya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain[Unverified]
    Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve
    David Atten on mah face like
    CFA, GIA but call 'em
    Dedra Allison
    Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways
    In Dresden stay and play
    I got tha
    Nelly claw on the seize and do'
    Ya neva saw a
    ********* do this s*it befo'
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Let 'em kno, every hood roun
    The world this how we doin' this here
    Yung Wun, knoe what
    I'm sayin'
    Bringin' it to ya on the real
    Uncut strait street, all hood
    America, we have a problem4 real it's goin' down
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    East Side what,
    West Side what
    Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha *****
    East side,
    West Side,
    North Side,
    South Side
    Mississippi in dis thang rite
    ATL man, St.
    Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what
  • 作曲 : Anderson, Crump
    Oh yeahAll in formation
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    This face expression of a baller
    Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls
    Leavin' the green ova b*****s, shady tells a 50 licks
    It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions
    Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on ******
    It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights
    Back do it in park, as
    I bounced up out that cash po'
    Call up Joe, where he at?
    He at tha airport
    Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control30 cops chasin' a ***** from the ghetto
    Got away clean, [unverified]
    Tired as hell,
    I put that suit case down
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
    Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
    In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the b*****s
    It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways(Hey)
    My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up
    They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what
    Where the **** at?
    Believe that,
    I need that, so [unverified] ******
    On the south side get slack
    Is it my last day,
    I don't knoe, but if
    I goPut a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke
    So on 3, P
    PG fast street for cannonville
    On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang
    I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha
    Cuban Frames4 4's on top
    I move them thangsya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain[Unverified]
    Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve
    David Atten on mah face like
    CFA, GIA but call 'em
    Dedra Allison
    Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways
    In Dresden stay and play
    I got tha
    Nelly claw on the seize and do'
    Ya neva saw a
    ********* do this s*it befo'
    We gon' walk wit it(Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it(Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Let 'em kno, every hood roun
    The world this how we doin' this here
    Yung Wun, knoe what
    I'm sayin'
    Bringin' it to ya on the real
    Uncut strait street, all hood
    America, we have a problem4 real it's goin' down
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    East Side what,
    West Side what
    Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha *****
    East side,
    West Side,
    North Side,
    South Side
    Mississippi in dis thang rite
    ATL man, St.
    Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what