Testo Henry - EST Gee
Testo della canzone Henry (EST Gee), tratta dall'album El Toro
Yeah
We ain't savin' flavor, we paper chasin'
The world's greatest, big Gee
Yeah
And I did this shit alone
But I brought my niggas along
(FOREVEROLLING)
I ain't have no one to call, had my back against the wall
This was months before I fell off with the smoke, fell in the dark
Niggas laid me down while out of town, guns in my face and all
Know I had to lay the law, really walked before I crawled
Know they hate to see me ball, ridin' with pistols in the car
But still'll break a nigga's jaw, know I had to break the law
Never fold, I'm standin' tall, all the shit a nigga saw
Damn right, nigga, I can get 'em to you, but can you get 'em off?
I can get you what you need, I got smoke without no seeds
I got gas for seventeen, and this weed is Ice Cream
Jewelry on, white tee, in some skin-tight jeans
I done slid down streets, I'm a boss to say the least
If you try to follow me, you'd probably tell on all your peeps
If you see a nigga with me, he got ten G's at least
Should've never let us eat, we gon' make sure it's a feast
Henry told me that he hate niggas, but he got love for me
I was active in the Jeep, I ain't taxin', got it cheap
If I fuck with you, I'm stuck with you, you damn near get it free
They some fuck niggas, we much different, done touched fifty at least
Think we cut different, we chump niggas and split it with the team
I ain't have no one to call, had my back against the wall
This was months before I fell off with the smoke, fell in the dark
Niggas laid me down while out of town, guns in my face and all
Know I had to lay the law, really walked before I crawled
Know they hate to see me ball, ridin' with pistols in the car
But still'll break a nigga's jaw, know I had to break the law
Never fold, I'm standin' tall, all the shit a nigga saw
Damn right, nigga, I can get 'em to you, but can you get 'em off?
Shake somethin', if that bag is loaded, we gon' take somethin'
Make somethin', if that bag look bad, then we gon' lay somethin'
Look alright right now, but I promise you, your day comin'
Made my mama cry a couple times, I told her pray for me
I been chained to walls by laws and promise, I ain't say nothin'
I'd rather die before I let a nigga take somethin'
I know how it feel when you questionin' who real
Niggas don't check on your baby mama, although you in jail
They seem happy that you jammed, lookin' at you like you failed
Not knowin' it's still goin' and they'll never stop the mail
You know I'ma keep it player, I'm a hustler, you can tell
I'll sell salt to a snail, I'll sell water to a whale
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Writer(s): George A. Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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