Spin Tha Bend Lyrics
| Song | Spin Tha Bend |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Let Em' Burn |
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| 作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys Album: | |
| Let 'Em Burn | |
| Song: Spin | |
| Tha Bend * * send corrections to the typist [Verse 1: B.G.] | |
| Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches | |
| Second step | |
| I Spin Tha | |
| Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches | |
| I'm goin back to my old self, | |
| Pullin my | |
| Chopper of the shelf | |
| Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left | |
| I don't play when | |
| I'm off in some drama you know me | |
| It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit | |
| B.G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street | |
| Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week | |
| Bitch niggas that can't take the heat stay concealed | |
| They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live | |
| Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real | |
| Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal | |
| I'ma BLOCK | |
| A, CHICKA | |
| BANG, CHIC | |
| K BUST I'ma | |
| BOOM, chicka | |
| RAT, TAT, | |
| TAT ya home up | |
| It's bout it when | |
| I pulled up get got it gone with the wind | |
| You bet not be nowhere on the block when | |
| I spin tha bend [Verse 2: Juvenile] | |
| Spots I be discoverin', niggas | |
| I be trumblin' | |
| Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end | |
| Hoppin' out the bubble | |
| Benz, poppin' him and other friends | |
| Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin' | |
| Juvenile don't run no mo' | |
| I been through this shit before | |
| Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor | |
| Tell me something | |
| I don't no, | |
| All you bitches gotta go | |
| Give me please all of the coke or | |
| I'ma shoot you in yo throat | |
| Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block | |
| Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop | |
| I'ma jet when it get hot, | |
| Keep everything that | |
| I got Damn it if | |
| I'm straight or not, | |
| I'm gone always be on top | |
| Niggas wanna do me in, | |
| I'm here come and pursue it then | |
| Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again | |
| I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon | |
| Everytime | |
| I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again" [Verse 3: Turk] * | |
| Look, Look* | |
| Nothin but soldiers where | |
| I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage | |
| Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's | |
| Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high | |
| Niggas who carry | |
| Kays ready for war at any time | |
| Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside | |
| People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks | |
| Hallways & | |
| Cuts, stay duckin them cops | |
| Stay on they | |
| P's & Q's you bet not try and plot | |
| Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped 50 fly at you like birds in a flock | |
| And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop | |
| And if you got that work we closing down ya shop | |
| My niggas be thugged out, | |
| Jabows and | |
| Reeboks Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops | |
| From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop | |
| Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] * | |
| Ah Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What, | |
| Ah Ahh, Ah | |
| Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| La Lah, What, | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| What, Listen, | |
| Hot Boys Nigga* | |
| It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame | |
| I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan | |
| Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan | |
| All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain | |
| Cause I Spin | |
| Bends, Lil' | |
| Weezy hoppin' out first wit two | |
| M-10's Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in | |
| Fill him wit hot ones | |
| Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns | |
| I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta | |
| I said I bust heads | |
| DA DA DA D | |
| A Did I stutta | |
| I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga | |
| Police don't play so why do you? listen | |
| You can run but you can't hide | |
| I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi | |
| Late at night | |
| I will ride maan | |
| When I spin a bend niggas die maan, | |
| Fa Real! {*beat rides out then fades*} |
| zuo qu : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys Album: | |
| Let ' Em Burn | |
| Song: Spin | |
| Tha Bend send corrections to the typist Verse 1: B. G. | |
| Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches | |
| Second step | |
| I Spin Tha | |
| Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches | |
| I' m goin back to my old self, | |
| Pullin my | |
| Chopper of the shelf | |
| Wackin' you bitches until it' s no one left | |
| I don' t play when | |
| I' m off in some drama you know me | |
| It' s kill or be killed when you beefin' wit | |
| B. G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street | |
| Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week | |
| Bitch niggas that can' t take the heat stay concealed | |
| They know if they get caught in the middle they won' t live | |
| Ain' t no other way for me to keep it besides real | |
| Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal | |
| I' ma BLOCK | |
| A, CHICKA | |
| BANG, CHIC | |
| K BUST I' ma | |
| BOOM, chicka | |
| RAT, TAT, | |
| TAT ya home up | |
| It' s bout it when | |
| I pulled up get got it gone with the wind | |
| You bet not be nowhere on the block when | |
| I spin tha bend Verse 2: Juvenile | |
| Spots I be discoverin', niggas | |
| I be trumblin' | |
| Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end | |
| Hoppin' out the bubble | |
| Benz, poppin' him and other friends | |
| Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin' | |
| Juvenile don' t run no mo' | |
| I been through this shit before | |
| Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor | |
| Tell me something | |
| I don' t no, | |
| All you bitches gotta go | |
| Give me please all of the coke or | |
| I' ma shoot you in yo throat | |
| Fuck it I' ma never stop, standin' on whateva block | |
| Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop | |
| I' ma jet when it get hot, | |
| Keep everything that | |
| I got Damn it if | |
| I' m straight or not, | |
| I' m gone always be on top | |
| Niggas wanna do me in, | |
| I' m here come and pursue it then | |
| Heads I' m gone be shootin' and you will never move again | |
| I' m not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon | |
| Everytime | |
| I spin tha bend they say " Oh no it' s him again" Verse 3: Turk | |
| Look, Look | |
| Nothin but soldiers where | |
| I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage | |
| Real niggas ' bout pullin triggas and doin' driveby' s | |
| Cutthroaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high | |
| Niggas who carry | |
| Kays ready for war at any time | |
| Killas who hit ya spot and don' t care who be outside | |
| People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks | |
| Hallways | |
| Cuts, stay duckin them cops | |
| Stay on they | |
| P' s Q' s you bet not try and plot | |
| Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped 50 fly at you like birds in a flock | |
| And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop | |
| And if you got that work we closing down ya shop | |
| My niggas be thugged out, | |
| Jabows and | |
| Reeboks Bush fades and braides no designs and flattops | |
| From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop | |
| Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga Verse 4: Lil Wayne | |
| Ah Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What, | |
| Ah Ahh, Ah | |
| Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| La Lah, What, | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| What, Listen, | |
| Hot Boys Nigga | |
| It' s time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame | |
| I don' t no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan | |
| Steal a maan, a vest can' t conceal ya maan | |
| All the surgery in the world can' t heal ya pain | |
| Cause I Spin | |
| Bends, Lil' | |
| Weezy hoppin' out first wit two | |
| M10' s Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in | |
| Fill him wit hot ones | |
| Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns | |
| I' ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta | |
| I said I bust heads | |
| DA DA DA D | |
| A Did I stutta | |
| I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga | |
| Police don' t play so why do you? listen | |
| You can run but you can' t hide | |
| I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi | |
| Late at night | |
| I will ride maan | |
| When I spin a bend niggas die maan, | |
| Fa Real! beat rides out then fades |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys Album: | |
| Let ' Em Burn | |
| Song: Spin | |
| Tha Bend send corrections to the typist Verse 1: B. G. | |
| Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches | |
| Second step | |
| I Spin Tha | |
| Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches | |
| I' m goin back to my old self, | |
| Pullin my | |
| Chopper of the shelf | |
| Wackin' you bitches until it' s no one left | |
| I don' t play when | |
| I' m off in some drama you know me | |
| It' s kill or be killed when you beefin' wit | |
| B. G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street | |
| Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week | |
| Bitch niggas that can' t take the heat stay concealed | |
| They know if they get caught in the middle they won' t live | |
| Ain' t no other way for me to keep it besides real | |
| Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal | |
| I' ma BLOCK | |
| A, CHICKA | |
| BANG, CHIC | |
| K BUST I' ma | |
| BOOM, chicka | |
| RAT, TAT, | |
| TAT ya home up | |
| It' s bout it when | |
| I pulled up get got it gone with the wind | |
| You bet not be nowhere on the block when | |
| I spin tha bend Verse 2: Juvenile | |
| Spots I be discoverin', niggas | |
| I be trumblin' | |
| Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end | |
| Hoppin' out the bubble | |
| Benz, poppin' him and other friends | |
| Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin' | |
| Juvenile don' t run no mo' | |
| I been through this shit before | |
| Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor | |
| Tell me something | |
| I don' t no, | |
| All you bitches gotta go | |
| Give me please all of the coke or | |
| I' ma shoot you in yo throat | |
| Fuck it I' ma never stop, standin' on whateva block | |
| Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop | |
| I' ma jet when it get hot, | |
| Keep everything that | |
| I got Damn it if | |
| I' m straight or not, | |
| I' m gone always be on top | |
| Niggas wanna do me in, | |
| I' m here come and pursue it then | |
| Heads I' m gone be shootin' and you will never move again | |
| I' m not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon | |
| Everytime | |
| I spin tha bend they say " Oh no it' s him again" Verse 3: Turk | |
| Look, Look | |
| Nothin but soldiers where | |
| I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage | |
| Real niggas ' bout pullin triggas and doin' driveby' s | |
| Cutthroaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high | |
| Niggas who carry | |
| Kays ready for war at any time | |
| Killas who hit ya spot and don' t care who be outside | |
| People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks | |
| Hallways | |
| Cuts, stay duckin them cops | |
| Stay on they | |
| P' s Q' s you bet not try and plot | |
| Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped 50 fly at you like birds in a flock | |
| And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop | |
| And if you got that work we closing down ya shop | |
| My niggas be thugged out, | |
| Jabows and | |
| Reeboks Bush fades and braides no designs and flattops | |
| From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop | |
| Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga Verse 4: Lil Wayne | |
| Ah Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What, | |
| Ah Ahh, Ah | |
| Ahh, What | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| La Lah, What, | |
| What What | |
| What What | |
| What, Listen, | |
| Hot Boys Nigga | |
| It' s time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame | |
| I don' t no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan | |
| Steal a maan, a vest can' t conceal ya maan | |
| All the surgery in the world can' t heal ya pain | |
| Cause I Spin | |
| Bends, Lil' | |
| Weezy hoppin' out first wit two | |
| M10' s Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in | |
| Fill him wit hot ones | |
| Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns | |
| I' ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta | |
| I said I bust heads | |
| DA DA DA D | |
| A Did I stutta | |
| I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga | |
| Police don' t play so why do you? listen | |
| You can run but you can' t hide | |
| I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi | |
| Late at night | |
| I will ride maan | |
| When I spin a bend niggas die maan, | |
| Fa Real! beat rides out then fades |
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