Testo Story - Loon
Testo della canzone Story (Loon), tratta dall'album Wizard of Harlem
Yeah, check it out, uh, yo
Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose
Nigga popped up in the blue coupe, this nigga moose
This nigga fishy, this nigga, he stay pissy
Run up behind nigga, the glizzy and get busy
I seen niggas resist and niggas wrist be
Broke over this coke or pocket full of crispy
Dollar bills make niggas swallow the steel
And most niggas can't swallow a pill, know how that feel? But
Back to the skit, nigga in back of the whip
With the windows halfway down, 'bout to clap at some shit
And I'm rappin' and shit to this platinum chick
And what's fucked up, I got shorty back of the whip
I'm paranoid but still got the gat and the clip
If the nigga spit, I got to spit back at the whip
If it go down, shorty whole back'll get ripped
And that's low down, real life theatrical shit
So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of paces
Said some hail Marys, maintained my patience
Oh shit, this nigga spit four quick
I threw shorty down and let off the whole clip
Then reloaded, put holes in the whole whip
In broad day, so niggas done witnessed the whole shit
Had to flee, this shit is blasphemy
I took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me
This nigga moose got loose from the caboose
Ain't thinkin' 'bout a truce, tried to knock my dick loose
My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin' with moose 40
I tried to save the chick, but the nigga done lose shorty
Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her head
Now shorty lay in puddles of red, fuck it, I'm fed
I'm tryna figure was it somethin' I said
That got this dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead
I understand this man, he got a cannon in his hand
The sound alone, this shit is bananas
My one plan was to hit him and run, fam
But God saved my life when he made his gun jam
Time to leave, but he still tryna squeeze
Instead of tryna buy him some time on his knees
Nigga, please, you got no reason to buck up
Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the fuck up
Duke was brave, but his stupid ways is the reason
Why I'm 'bout to twist duke toupee and I'm squeezin'
But the gun wouldn't shoot no strays, now we even
But the nigga like 6'2", what would you do?
I'm 'bout to outfox this nigga
Son, at 165, I'ma box this nigga
But what he don't know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck when I chop this nigga, but
Thoughts in my mind tellin' me let it slide
So I'ma get in my ride and catch duke another time
Just circle the block, smokin' purple and chop
This nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot
No bullshit, collapsed right on the block
Crackheads went in his slacks, hit him right in his knot
Save me the trouble, now my phone on bubble
Feds tappin' my line like, nigga, condone the trouble
Walk out my motherfuckin' home's a struggle
Fuck them pigs, I don't own no shovel
What the fuck? Man, all that bullshit I done been through with this
Nigga, I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' hand on this
Nigga. This nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is on my ass like
I did somethin' to this nigga. Word to my mother, this shit is some
Real bullshit, man. This nigga killed my motherfuckin' bitch, now
I'm runnin' 'round like motherfuckin' Harrison Ford, like I'm some
Motherfuckin' fugitive or somethin', man. This is some real bullshit
Man. But I'ma ride this shit out, man. I'm a motherfuckin' bad boy
Credits
Writer(s): Chauncey Lamont Hawkins, Christo Dimitri
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