Testo Rescue 911 - Dru Down
Testo della canzone Rescue 911 (Dru Down), tratta dall'album Explicit Game
Walkin' down the street, watchin' ladies
All night watchin' me was the housing authority, task, and OPD
It's rainin', it's pourin', do it two-four, no snorin'
Posted on the spot with the Glock 'cause we warrin'
I'm soarin' to the top of the deck
Ace in the hole on the grind, gigity grind, no time fo' chasin' hoes
Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushin' a buggy filled with kids
Who got that cola, man? Can you plug me?
The slugs be on fat, but was that a Cadillac
I'm not gunproof, some nigga out the sunroof bustin' caps
I'm strikin' to the bushes but didn't quite make it
They thought it, breakin' and takin' my shit without my grip, I'm naked
I hate it, got smacked across the face wit' a sawed off
They roped me up, choked me up, now I'm hauled off
Wit' pumpkin head locked in the trunk
I'm havin' flashbacks 'cause all I heard was glass packs and hella bump
Man, get the phone, man
Nigga, there some knock at the door, baby (get the phone)
I got the phone, I got the phone (get the door, get the phone, foo, I'm getting some head)
Wassup, nigga? (Where that nigga C&H at?)
Who the fuck is this, nigga? I know where C&H at, who is this?
Don't worry about that, I got yo' boy Yukmouth
Who on the phone? Who on the phone?
Ay, they got Yuk, mane (what?) check this out playa, um, I want my boy
Let me speak to my boy right now, nigga, what's happenin'?
Here, he go, right here, nigga, speak quick
Hello, wassup, nigga?
I slipped, they got the four wit' the .9's loaded
Where you at, nigga?
Don't know where the fuck I am 'cause I'm blindfolded
Survived these last three days lucky, but now hurry
'Cause they talkin' bout getting this bitch wit' AIDS ta fuck me
What they hollarin'?
They want a hundred thou', ya feel?
Make it snap because I think these fools will cap me on the real
I'm hangin' naked on the crucifix
With a swoll ass lip and theyz 'bout to let loose the bitch
Right after me and Ana bone
They gonna tie me to a car and drag my ass like Indian Jones, gone
Wit' those-
(Gimme the damn phone) ayy, ayy, man, fuck that (give me that motherfuckin' phone, nigga)
Now ya better get the money, nigga, 'cause I ain't playin', nigga
Damn
Man, wassup, man?
Man, man, man, get the motherfuckin' gats, C
Nigga, they got Yiznuk, nigga
Nigga, I got the gats, what they hollarin'?
They want a hundred thousand dollars at the door
And at his head, they said they got Chrome 44s
And niggas ain't playin', they wanna grip, they wanna get played
Numskull, my nigga, they 'bout to have Yukmouth fuck a bitch wit' AIDS
Oh, shit, I grab the vest, the .38, the .44, a .45, Mac 10, and AK-47
And get strapped like a soldier
When I rescue my nigga I won't kill 'em, I'ma torture them
'Cause now it's strictly funnin' and gunnin' see
You kiznapped my patna Yiznukmouth and want some gizneez from me
But no way in the world a would you get that
Numskull got the giznat, I want my patna biznack
We hopped into the four-door 400 floor shift
I gotta have the posi with a chip jus' incase we slip
And be outty on that asshole, fuck the po-po
I'm thinkin' 'bout my patna wit' the 911 code
I'm commin' thru yo' back door, I feelin' no sympathy
The only thing you get from me is H-E-A-T
I'm puttin' it in yo' pants, I'm makin' ya do the dance
Where them niggas, man, get the phone, man
Hold on, man
Get the phone, man, it might be them niggas on the phone
Answer that, playa
Hold on, man, goddamn
Answer that phone, it might be them niggas
Hold on, man, hold up, damn, you can't slow it down
Well, answer it, man, it might be them niggas
Hello?
Dru, don't pay these fools 'cause they might slip
But hurry up before they squeeze my nuts wit' vice grips
They wanna have my ass hauled off, up to my heads a sawed of
And that bitch wit' AIDS is takin' her drawers off
Call all the straps because they fuedin' for the bundle
One's trying to swundle, what fo' we shit no mumbo jumbo
The dumb ho was trippin' so I might not have to dick the cock
'Cause the clique suppose break her off the 50 rock, huh
And she knows that I know that you know
It's like a big-ass drought in the O, so fuck that ho
They really tryna pump fear and shit
Got that bitch lookin' like Ethiopian of the year and shit
I straight escaped 'cause they straight got funk
I'm in the front, drawing down on each other wit' Mosberg pumps
I socked the bitch then tied her up, they left the Glock in here
Can't do shit wit' it 'cause they left a nigga locked in here (jump out the window)
Man, if I do, it's my doom, I'm at the tribune
12 stories up in a vacant room
So what the fuck is up, they commin' up wit' some more niggas
I'm at the door about to go trigga
Happy, my nigga, back me
On the quick fast in a hurry, like snappy before they cap me
Don't trip 'cause I got four clips and a grenade
But bring some more shit because they might be hard to fade
Never, I'm comin' for yo' ass wit' the triggas
I'd never leave ya hangin' on the crucifix, my nigga
Ay, ay, ay, I gotta go, man (ay, hold on, man), niggas come thru, man (shit)
Goddamn, it seems that people always wanna test my real folks
And end up getting smiznoked
I'm finally startin' to get sick like Jason
No patience, I need to save my folks, he's in the waitin'
Probably spooked on the roof with no parachute
He's willin' to jump off the top of the tribune
But no need fo' that, we commin' up elevator strapped bazooka on my back
I'm lyin' on the floor, prepared for caps
Dru Down, the elevator opens, I'm so high
We're lightin' up the place like the 4th of July
I yelled, "Yuk, where ya at? Yuk, where ya at?"
He came runnin' wit' the gat and said them niggas dead in the back
I said, "Where da ho go, niggaroe?"
He said, "I killed the bitch first for tryin' to jump on my bone, bitch
And everything is alright"
I know you're nervous, so let me put Bud in a pipe, right?
And let's get into some more shit, some deep shit
Let's burn the dead niggas and the dead bitch
'Cause I could give a fuck less to what happens now
I'm ready to burn the whole motherfuckin' buildin' down
But I'm not goin' out, I'm jettin' from the murder scene
So Yuk, either grab the Zooka or the M-16
Because my arms is getting tired from weight
I wanna get back to the spot and smoke some dank
Check it out, we hopped into the big block Chevy
And if somebody ran up, oh, we was ready
But for a souvenir, I cut off tongues
Ridin' off safe on the freeway to some hoes house that's sprung
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Writer(s): Jason Jackson, Unknown Writer
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