MusicGu.ru

Feat. b.g.

[b.g.]

Look here my nigga; its for your own motherfuckin good

You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods

If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood

How you get left, the only thing people can say is "ughh"

I been know for reignin choppers, bluka-bluka

Been stankin baller blockers and duckin coppers

Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion

An told me to meet him at la x and its bout some business

I flauge in, he tellin me some busta trippin

Please let your lil dog pay this cat a visit

Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy

Make sure his days livin, cut to a minimum

I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga

I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga

A lot of niggas dont walk it, and talk about it

But this nigga b.g. gon be dog about it



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

Im a dog nigga, and ima walk that walk and talk that talk nigga



[mack 10]

Nigga Im bout sherm smokin and trigga chokin

And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin blood soakin

Dont doubt it, its c.m.r so I shout it

Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about

I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo

Thats all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else I love

Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack

Youll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack

But firsts things first, find him, hit em wit the tool

Then make his blood ooze until theres no more to lose

Murder, murders a must, take the stairway to heaven

And if you fuck wit mack, then its a 187

So if you do me, then Ill do you

But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin crew

So fill the church up and get the units you recite of

Im a straight dog about it plus a westside rider



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



[b.g.]

I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out

When I beef, slugs get bust at your house

All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town

You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now

I tried to tell ya when you was buckin, "settle down"

I tried to tell ya that, "lil b.g. is ghettoed down"

I tried to tell ya that, "niggas raw from uptown"

And release nothin but a hundred plus rounds



[mack 10]

Hold up b.g. blood, check it, I gotta know homie

And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin phony

Big stunter corlone gave the word and now its on

Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop em in his dome

Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano

Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin from his flannel

Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims

Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, aint a damn thang changed



[chorus ­ b.g.]

When we in beef, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever

Feat. b.g.

[b.g.]

Look here my nigga; its for your own motherfuckin good

You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods

If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood

How you get left, the only thing people can say is "ughh"

I been know for reignin choppers, bluka-bluka

Been stankin baller blockers and duckin coppers

Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion

An told me to meet him at la x and its bout some business

I flauge in, he tellin me some busta trippin

Please let your lil dog pay this cat a visit

Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy

Make sure his days livin, cut to a minimum

I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga

I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga

A lot of niggas dont walk it, and talk about it

But this nigga b.g. gon be dog about it



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

Im a dog nigga, and ima walk that walk and talk that talk nigga



[mack 10]

Nigga Im bout sherm smokin and trigga chokin

And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin blood soakin

Dont doubt it, its c.m.r so I shout it

Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about

I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo

Thats all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else I love

Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack

Youll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack

But firsts things first, find him, hit em wit the tool

Then make his blood ooze until theres no more to lose

Murder, murders a must, take the stairway to heaven

And if you fuck wit mack, then its a 187

So if you do me, then Ill do you

But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin crew

So fill the church up and get the units you recite of

Im a straight dog about it plus a westside rider



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



[b.g.]

I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out

When I beef, slugs get bust at your house

All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town

You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now

I tried to tell ya when you was buckin, "settle down"

I tried to tell ya that, "lil b.g. is ghettoed down"

I tried to tell ya that, "niggas raw from uptown"

And release nothin but a hundred plus rounds



[mack 10]

Hold up b.g. blood, check it, I gotta know homie

And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin phony

Big stunter corlone gave the word and now its on

Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop em in his dome

Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano

Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin from his flannel

Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims

Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, aint a damn thang changed



[chorus ­ b.g.]

When we in beef, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever

Адрес электронной почты		example@domain.ru
Код заказа		999-999
Нажмите после заполнения
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением.