Testo No Talkin' - Amended Version - Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone No Talkin' - Amended Version (Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Boyz N Da Hood
I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want I can tag you with it
And you can tell your fam cause I'll let your whole family feel it
Y'all punks blood pump cause it's some niggas
Hopping in and out of bed with my shit
Turn around saying you're pimping
Man you're tripping ask your women
If you ain't heard you're listening to the man in Griffin
I don't talk I'm 'bout action really
And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast a semi
Man this semi I'm telling you thugging in my bones
Get me wrong I'mma put one off in your dome
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
I'm stuck in the gutter my nigga, life don't mean shit to me
I'm broke and my daughter crying and I'm lying to the jury
I see no hope in my future, abandoned by the folk kin to me
Boy I swear since my granny died I don't know what got into me
I been thinking of suicide, blue Nyquil to go to sleep
No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most of my niggas don't live right
My life throwed from the get go
Folks better try to get their mind right
Cause my nine bout to let go
We in the middle of the limelight
I'm bout to ride to the liquor store
We rolling ki's of that good weed
Talk and I'll holla at you to go
I might ride through the hot spot
Police chilling in their plain clothes
I might pull up in a hot box
No talks, black gats and them lames talking
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
Posted up in cul-de-sacs with plastic Glocks and 50 packs
Niggas they pull drastic acts, 20 stacks can get you whacked
I touch you with that steel, cut you off like daffodils
Hit you with the butt and leave you drowsy like some Benadryl
Past ten years been in the field, old LaBelle shed many tears
Thought her baby boy get killed but your baby boy hella trill
Keep it G for all to see but all don't keep it G like me
All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be
Everybody know Big Duke is known to act a fucking donkey
Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smelling funky
MTV don't try to punk me, leave that cracker head lumpy
Niggas been busting 4's so long they call me humpty dumpty
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
Close your eyes, let me take you there
Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear
62 Grams nigga, serving straight deuces
Young nigga riding Magnum squatting dub deuces
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Snitches call me up, agents on the line
For the love of these exotic cars
We'll risk it all, even time behind bars
My reality is your nightmare
And this is my life, it's no nightmare
I ain't slept in two weeks, nigga paranoid
They snatched my partner up, them alphabet boys
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
No talking, no fussing, no flossing, we shooting to kill ya
Your mama, your daddy, your aunties and your uncles, your children
Boyz-N-The-Hood in the cut and keep the pump in the building
You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give ya
Credits
Writer(s): Marquinarius Sanchez Holmes, Jay W. Jenkins, Miguel Scott, Lee F. Dixon, Jacoby L. White
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