Testo Window Shopper Remix - 50 Cent
Testo della canzone Window Shopper Remix (50 Cent), tratta dall'album Hip-Hop Wasteland
Pow
Meal ticket, what's poppin'? (Can't forget)
Voodoo, load up (Chi-Town)
Goon squad, round them 30 shots up, load up (Man free)
Time to get shit poppin', gotta get the keys and lock it
'Bout to get the block to rockin' like a cut off stockin', nigga
Bump's nothin' to toy with
I got X and O's you can push like a PlayStation joystick
I hustle them keys (Yeah), they lovin' him, see (Uh-huh)
I do it real B.I., now watch me double them G's (Double them G's)
Goofy ass pigs tried hustlin' me
I ain't buyin' from the feds, that's government cheese (Man, what?)
Sure they gon' give your ass a room, you gon' shine
Next, they gon' have you in the box for a long time
My connect hit me with a brick, it was on time
I got it, got busy like a tied up phone line (Yeah)
Come to the tip, see the whips and long lines
The licks and the 30 shot clips and chrome irons
We don't just hold 'em on our hips, we gon' fire 'em
If you don't want a hole in your head, then don't try me
This butter melt down fast like some lard
Whip it up, cook it up 'til it's nice and hard (Nice and hard)
Bag it, then I pass it to you all
Just post up, I bet it move faster than U-Haul, ya heard?
Time to get shit poppin', gotta get the keys and lock it
'Bout to get the block to rockin' like a cut off stockin', nigga
You old dope, better run every slug, homie
Or get changed, all my money got blood on it
Time to get shit poppin', gotta get the keys and lock it
'Bout to get the block to rockin' like a cut off stockin', nigga
New whips, got 'em sick, they ain't feelin' well
I got bricks on the tip and this a kilo sale
Bunch of green on me like a can of ginger ale
I heard his pussy ass got bumped, I bet he finna tell (Damn)
I'm knockin' on wood now, I never been to jail
I stay in the kitchen, grams on and off the digi' scale
Terrence Bourne, the youngest son of Linda Hale
Come and see Bump, I can teach you how to get your mail
My niggas hungry, gotta get 'em that plate
I exercise my H, get rid of that weight
King of the Midwest, gimme that crown
My stash in shape, I get rid of them pounds
Spot me while I'm pumpin' iron, that person in danger
I stretch his ass out like a personal trainer (Ha-ha)
Lil' nigga, I heard you was tryna buff up
Well, playin' with my money get you nice and cut up
Watch me turn soft to rock
If I ain't got a Pyrex, I just use mama coffee pot (Damn)
Time to get shit poppin', gotta get the keys and lock it
'Bout to get the block to rockin' like a cut off stockin', nigga
You old dope, better run every slug, homie
Or get changed, all my money got blood on it
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Bob Marley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.
Altre canzoni dell'album
Ultimi articoli
50 Cent, annullato il concerto a Napoli: "Termini non rispettati"
(07/07/2025)
A Napoli i concerti di 50 Cent, Mary J Blige e John Legend
(10/06/2025)
Secondo 50 Cent è in arrivo l'album congiunto con Eminem
(30/12/2024)
50 Cent e Donald Trump: ecco cosa sta succedendo
(16/07/2024)
I rapper italiani hanno preso gusto nel campionare 50 Cent
(08/05/2024)
“P.I.M.P.” di 50 Cent in tribunale in "Anatomia di una caduta"
(26/10/2023)
A un anno di distanza 50 Cent a ottobre torna in Italia
(04/05/2023)
E' giunto il tempo di un nuovo album di 50 Cent?
(20/02/2023)
Concerti, 50 Cent: sold out Milano, nuova data a Jesolo
(30/08/2022)
Concerti, 50 Cent il prossimo autunno dal vivo in Italia
(08/08/2022)