Against The Grain - текст песни
Against The Grain
Watch out for your friends Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh? You thought I was layin? no no I aint layin Im takin You dont understand? You confused? How bout if I stuff your fuckin head through that Window That would unconfuse you right? Thought I was layin give me the fuckin money come on
Verse 1:
Im blamin Lame ass rappers frontin for famin I should open up a casino for all the games you playin Im sayin, everyday in a different namin Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin We stressin, that you don't be stressin us And if you GS and GS than dont be B.S'n us Just be B.S'n logicly Not like that we be guessin Because the truth need no modesty Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva What it is, is what it is We can party together You know how the game goes Whenever your name grows But still love is love fuckin the same hoes Against the grain goes the souped up rapper He spittin venom So now we gotta get wit him And do the ten thing Frightenin, while his men cling Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing It all ends with, all of his mens hit And now our future friends shit Strictly forensic But thats the life we livin' Drivin', thats how we driven Strivin, you must be robin Cause I aint given Shoot ya guns
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