Testo BAK N THA FIELD - Birdman feat. BG
Testo della canzone BAK N THA FIELD (Birdman feat. BG), tratta dall'album BAK N THA FIELD
Yeah, pull 'em down
Let the beat re-jizzle
Let the beat re-gangster
Put 'em down and stick 'em, niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the riches
Put his homie in the wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch back in the field, after fuckin' we finish
Rich gang, no talkin', big range, big hunk, big fame
Shit talkin', no, we be barkin', bitch, no, we be chalkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch, no, we be lyin' and shit
Big time and fly bitch
Nigga I had choppers in the bushes
Choppers in the alley
Choppers everywhere in the twenty seven hundred block of valance
On the corner of magnolia
Round the corner from baptist
Was young and off the chain
In the middle of the action
Me bare L-T and wet big
Was known to make it happen
I was only fourteen
Birdman would front us a package
First pair of animal ballast
I rocked em with the polo
Only seventh grader with em
Had to put on a show though
Eight grade copped that four door
Grandam for the low
Ninth grade bust they ass
Bubba like Lexus on them old moves
After that, hoes was out for me
Ten grade school was out for me
Caught my second body
Beefing hard niggas was out for me
POG was out for me
Dana got this house for me
Get full of that dope
And she ride that dick all night for me
Whole city getting vouched for me
I been down
I been G
I am him
I am he from uptown
I been street that thirteen
That's my hood
That's my set
That's my zone
You're on your own
You get caught in it with no pass
That's how it goes
Nigga I am the king
Fresh out of the bing
Ask about BG
They'll say I am New Orleans
Been reppin' it since my teens
Since your bulls in white tees
When Lil Wayne my lil brother wanted to be
Just like me
This all real
This all true
These no lies
These all facts
That nigga just a back nigga
Gone hashtag dead
Put 'em down and stick 'em, niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the riches
Put his homie in the wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch back in the field, after fuckin' we finish
Rich gang, no talkin', big range, big hunk, big fame
Shit talkin', no, we be barkin', bitch, no, we be chalkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch, no, we be lyin' and shit
Big time and fly bitch
Yeah ya nigga know what it is man
Big Jizzle, your number one original hot boy
Back, livin' and livin' color
Nigga been gone, nigga thought I lost it, man, this just a warm up
This is to let you niggas know you in trouble
You heard me? streets is mine, man
Comin' for that number one spot, you niggas either could surrender it or I'm takin' it by force
You heard me? real nigga in the building
Oh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Daniel Lebrun, Aaron Hill, Michael Roberge, Bornot Lebrun
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