Testo Live from Chattanooga - YGTUT
Testo della canzone Live from Chattanooga (YGTUT), tratta dall'album Preacher's Son
Reporting live from them Chattanooga streets
Tryna keep the peace (yeah)
Swimming in them lakes, out in the East, pray it never sink
Keep your eyes open, when you sleep, dog, don't even blink
Doing homicides at 15, they don't even think (fuck that shit!)
Cold-blooded, cold-hearted, niggas, retarded ('tarded)
I do this for my niggas with blickas', won't be a target (grrr)
I do this for my single mothers, who ain't got the patience
And for the children who don't know where the fuck they daddy stayin'
I ain't waiting on no hand outs (hand outs), been had this planned out
I stand out like a bump on your lip, I'm a pimp
Where's that steak, and shrimp?
Mix that white sauce, and that hot sauce, all up in my shit, bitch
Two, three nigga's (uh), gettin' high in the Cadillac
Ride 'til I die, playin' softly in the back
All I ever wanted, was a Jeep on all gold Dayton's
Chattanooga, hallelujah, it's 'bout time, we fuckin' made it
Two, three nigga's, gettin' high in the Cadillac
Ride 'til I die, playin' softly in the back
All I ever wanted, was a Jeep on all gold Dayton's
Chattanooga, hallelujah, it's 'bout' time, we fuckin' made it
The South back, you niggas better watch that
Your main lady, we housed that
And she don't know where any of our house at
Knock you out, this shit sound like, pap-pap
Pussy boy, go take a cat nap
Back in this bitch with my backpack
Put the town on my back, like a back tat (uh)
I be that nigga just rollin', and smokin'
Was teachin' Jamoki, just how to switch gears in the stick (skirt!)
Stallin' my engine, and shit (nigga), we was talking about bitches, and kicks, uh
Real O.G., spill O-E for my niggas locked
Motherfuck a court judge, and cops
And thots, nigga, we coming after you
Giving 'em shots, like we 'bout to send 'em to Africa
Drinking too much Actavis, that must be why they acting up
Only getting closer, motherfucker, ain't no backing up, uh
Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, she gon' loss another weight, but the pussy was still good, though
Shut the fuck up! You just fucking hit the blunt, nigga, and holding on to it for a minute
I'm high as shit
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Two, three nigga's, gettin' high in the Cadillac
Ride 'til I die, playin' softly in the back
All I ever wanted, was a Jeep on all gold Dayton's
Chattanooga, hallelujah, it's 'bout time, we fuckin' made it (oh)
Two, three nigga's, gettin' high in the Cadillac (oh)
Ride 'til' I die, playin' softly in the back
All I ever wanted, was a Jeep on all gold Dayton's
Chattanooga, hallelujah, it's 'bout time we fuckin' made it (oh)
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Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Lebron Adams
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