Chamillionaire Boo Ya текст песни, слова песни Boo Ya Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire - Boo Ya
Don't make me hit ya with a boo ya
These h-town niggaz will bring it to ya
Now who the hell ya think ya is
Thinkin you can't get touched
Bitch I put a slug straight through ya
[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah, it's koopa
I ain't start screming texas when texas became a trend
I been repping for the texas cause texas is where I been
Been riding candy slab with the diamonds up in my grin
And been toasting the 2 fingers and chunkin deuce in the wind
It's still chamillitary mayne, boys better stand at ease
Not lactose intollerent so I'm steady grabbing cheese
Had to add the heavy starch and the pants to add the crease
Plus it's like 1 of us got in there and planted seeds
Uh, wood in the chevy, candy hood looking sweaty
Know ya could try to get me, but I'm good with heavy
That's that metal, plenty deniro
Good get it ready
I could hire plenty niggaz in the hood from my celly
Not a good guest so what y'all niggaz really want
Been having the game since 98 they knew chamillion wouldn't pun
That was back when pbun was saying
Man that make her make her crunk
And I had to make a make a trunk
To handle the way my speakers bump, uh
[Chorus x2]
[Cory Mo:]
All I need is a reason ta wipe ya ass out
And I'm gon come trough squeezin out the glass house
Ya wanna test a nigga aim
Step up in the way and get yo ass touched on
Bitch don't go the long way
I make that naughy naughty maker faker shaker stand up
If you for real about yours the throw ya hands up
This for my v.I.p niggaz trowing them grands up
And for my gangsta bitches throwing that cash up
What ya know about a g like me
Been in the game for deep
Matterfact who you came ta see
I'm allday nigga rain or sleet
Bring the heat and we can both meet on your street
For real you ain't trill I come to where ya live at
It's either retreat or get ya wigg peeled back
If ya don't feel that then that's your fault
Cory Mo gon make ya open the vault fuck what ya thought nigga
[Chorus]
Комментарии