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Who Tha Shit - текст песни
Who Tha Shit
Ay! Dallas, Texas!
It's the original J-R
With a funny smellin' cigar
Freshly Snipes
My skin is sensitive so I use baby wipes
Ya heard? With Play-N-Skillz
Latinos stand up!
For ya boy, fr-fr-fr-fr-fr-Fresh!
Now wherever you at in the world
I need you to turn to your neighbor, her or him, and scream this out to 'em real loud
Who ride 24's, who ride 28's
Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks
Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)
Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest
Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'
Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'
Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'
Back up muthafucka r we gon' wind up brawlin'
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
You see these hoes keep boppin'
My blades keep choppin'
My car steady tippin'
Them haters need to listen
You ain't never seen two brothers so fresh n so fly
Rings, ice, ten cars, TV's fallin' from the sky
So back up muthafucka cause you scuffin' my kicks
We alcoholin', big ballin' we ain't takin no shit
And I'm the shit I'm feelin good when I'm grippin' tha grain
I got a big, fat check, model chicks give me brain
Dallas, Texas put it down, you know I rep my city
I do it so big, I'm the Latin P. Diddy
And sometimes I can't even recognize my chain
Cause the diamonds change colors like the week change days
Who ride 24's, who ride 28's
Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks
Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)
Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest
Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'
Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'
Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'
Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
(Slim Thugga muthafucka!)
I'm the shit, I know you muthafuckas smell me
Every time I leave the house a million muthafuckas tell me
Got a hundred carat badge and it's hangin' to my belly
These bitches on my dick like my rap name Nelly
I'm the shit up in my city, I'm the shit up on the streets
They got me on this song (Texts of songs ), cause I'm the shit up on the beats
Slim Thugga muthafucka and I ain't gotta say it
It's a hit if a lay it, all you gotta do is play it
I put it down for my town yeah I'm playin with mils
H-Town to D-Town with the Play and the Skillz
I move around to the sound we displayin' our skills
Puffin pound after pound I'm just sayin' the real
Who ride 24's, who ride 28's
Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks
Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)
Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest
Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'
Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'
Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'
Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
This is dedicated to the world of ballin'
Poppin' bottles in the club, that's why them girls be callin'
I keep a freak for every day of the week, I spit that game
All the haters talkin' down but they ain't speakin' my name
We wuz lookin' for that hit so we holla'd at Fresh
And all that boy had to do was hit that fr-fr-fr-Fresh
Who da shit? Not you, you ain't stackin' no cheese
From the neck to the sleeves, you can call me Mr. Freeze
And the rims on the whip, man they older than me
From the brim to the flex, no one flyer than me
And if I hit the club, you know I'm leavin with yo chick
Take a trip to the D and you gon' see we da shit
Who ride 24's, who ride 28's
Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks
Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)
Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest
Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'
Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'
Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'
Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
Now who da shit (Hey!)
Now who da shit (Heyyy!)
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