Домой Тексты песен Niggaz Know

Niggaz Know

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[Verse 1:]
These niggas know.
Armed and dangerous, call the law,
Stick to the script, no audible,
Country ass nigga with an Audemars,
Can't spell the shit but I order more.
French hoes treat me like Charles de Gaulle,
Get good head on the autobahn,
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore,
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God!
Five steps like Dru Hill,
Came home from the first tour, with
Bad credit and a school bill,
Middle finger to the bursar.
Finally famous but
Ain't too much really change with us,
Straight up weed, no angel dust.
Label us notorious, that was 9-7,
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin',
You ain't know my shit drop, bitch? 9/11.
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend,
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend,
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you,
Look at all the bullshit I've been through,
Better me than you.
[Chorus:]
I must confess, I copped the chains,
I hit the club, I made it rain,
I hit the road, I made a name,
I came home, I ain't the same,
I ain't the same,
I ain't the same.
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know,
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know.
[Verse 2:]
These niggas know, boo-ya, nigga?
Came through the door like, ‘
Who y'all niggas?'
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas,
Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas.
Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggas, but
Don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas,
Ain't the hardest nigga in the land,
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas
Like, ‘
What's the problem?'
Ain't gettin' paper, nigga, here's a loan,
My shit long, need a hair salon,
Get it cut, shut the fuck up,
And wipe your face with my money till your tears is gone.
No cryin' ass, lyin' ass,
Can't afford a whip, but you buyin' ass,
This Fresh Prince, nigga, I ain't Jazz,
Fucked yo bitch, nigga, I ain't ask,
She pitched it to me like Sosa. Oh God!
What the fuck was I ‘sposed do?
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that,
Keep hoes bi-coastal,
And they buy posters, ain't shit for free,
Dick the only thing that they get from me.
Sit VIP, get a sip for free,
Later on she'll be sippin' me, literally,
Picture me at the tip-top,
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick. When my shit drop,
This B.
I.
G. nigga, this Pac,
Minus six shots, but it's still this hot.
Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch,
Hate to brag but, backpacker, that's hip hop,
Write my life and make sure that the script hot,
And pray the kids watch, if not,
These niggas know,
If not, these niggas know.
[Chorus:]
I must confess, I copped the chains,
I hit the club, I made it rain,
I hit the road, I made a name,
I came home, I ain't the same,
I ain't the same,
I ain't the same.
I must confess, I copped the chains,
I hit the club, I made it rain,
I hit the road, I made a name,
I came home, I ain't the same,
I ain't the same,
I ain't the same.
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know,
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know.

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