We The Truth - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | We The Truth - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Big Tuck |
| Album | Tha Absolute Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cleveland, Tuck | |
| (Yeah....I know where them nigga's at....I ain't trippin' on no beef nigga', this how we do nigga' hurricane.) | |
| (Chyuh Chyuh Chyuh Chyauh) | |
| (CHORUS:) | |
| We ya see us you ganna know that we the truth | |
| Gon be hanging out the window with them choppers on the roofs | |
| We ain't playing ho | |
| We ain't playing ho | |
| Light out tip toein straight sprayin' ho | |
| (Repeat) | |
| Ain't playin with you hoes not at all, | |
| got the A.R. rippin through the brick wall, | |
| Ima let it rip till this hoe has fallen | |
| Got the red beam on ya whole team dawg, | |
| When them same niggas try and run up in my trap, | |
| First nigga through the door put the beam on his cap, | |
| His niggas flipped out they gon dip ASAP, | |
| Say bitch ima rider and you know i stay straped, | |
| I've been lookin for these hoes for a week, | |
| Sun up sun down no sleep, | |
| When I see ima let em have the heat, | |
| Hope them hoes hungry cause they just found beef, | |
| I'm fixing ta find where these mother****ers chill, | |
| Then ima letem know what the deal is, | |
| In the car six deep loadin up steel, | |
| bout ta let them boys know that we for real. | |
| (CHORUS x2) | |
| When we dip around the corner with them chaps im back down and up bout ta take on the block, | |
| I don't give a damn bout no motha****ing cops they strapped, we strapped, **** nigga lets rock, lets rock | |
| Now they see that the clique of the chain cause we hangin out the window with them thangs and they aint, | |
| let it rain god damnit let it rain, | |
| When i leave this bitch ima leave the strip FLAMED. | |
| Niggas get to cappin like they vets we dont walk up on they set, we aint showed them shit yet, | |
| When we bust everybody gets scared(gets scared) | |
| Matta' fact where all my gorrillaz at, | |
| Yes sir its the hurricane tuck, a nigga whos got something that will discipline a busta. | |
| Yall run, we rush | |
| Yall talk, we bust | |
| (Chorus X2) | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| Bring ya AK's | |
| Bring ya AK's | |
| Got the killaz outside with them thangs | |
| Bring ya Ak's | |
| Bring ya AK's | |
| Got the killaz outsidewith them thangs | |
| Chyuh Chyay | |
| (Chorus X2) | |
| (That's what that is) |
| zuo qu : Cleveland, Tuck | |
| Yeah.... I know where them nigga' s at.... I ain' t trippin' on no beef nigga', this how we do nigga' hurricane. | |
| Chyuh Chyuh Chyuh Chyauh | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We ya see us you ganna know that we the truth | |
| Gon be hanging out the window with them choppers on the roofs | |
| We ain' t playing ho | |
| We ain' t playing ho | |
| Light out tip toein straight sprayin' ho | |
| Repeat | |
| Ain' t playin with you hoes not at all, | |
| got the A. R. rippin through the brick wall, | |
| Ima let it rip till this hoe has fallen | |
| Got the red beam on ya whole team dawg, | |
| When them same niggas try and run up in my trap, | |
| First nigga through the door put the beam on his cap, | |
| His niggas flipped out they gon dip ASAP, | |
| Say bitch ima rider and you know i stay straped, | |
| I' ve been lookin for these hoes for a week, | |
| Sun up sun down no sleep, | |
| When I see ima let em have the heat, | |
| Hope them hoes hungry cause they just found beef, | |
| I' m fixing ta find where these mother ers chill, | |
| Then ima letem know what the deal is, | |
| In the car six deep loadin up steel, | |
| bout ta let them boys know that we for real. | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| When we dip around the corner with them chaps im back down and up bout ta take on the block, | |
| I don' t give a damn bout no motha ing cops they strapped, we strapped, nigga lets rock, lets rock | |
| Now they see that the clique of the chain cause we hangin out the window with them thangs and they aint, | |
| let it rain god damnit let it rain, | |
| When i leave this bitch ima leave the strip FLAMED. | |
| Niggas get to cappin like they vets we dont walk up on they set, we aint showed them shit yet, | |
| When we bust everybody gets scared gets scared | |
| Matta' fact where all my gorrillaz at, | |
| Yes sir its the hurricane tuck, a nigga whos got something that will discipline a busta. | |
| Yall run, we rush | |
| Yall talk, we bust | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Got the killaz outside with them thangs | |
| Bring ya Ak' s | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Got the killaz outsidewith them thangs | |
| Chyuh Chyay | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| That' s what that is |
| zuò qǔ : Cleveland, Tuck | |
| Yeah.... I know where them nigga' s at.... I ain' t trippin' on no beef nigga', this how we do nigga' hurricane. | |
| Chyuh Chyuh Chyuh Chyauh | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We ya see us you ganna know that we the truth | |
| Gon be hanging out the window with them choppers on the roofs | |
| We ain' t playing ho | |
| We ain' t playing ho | |
| Light out tip toein straight sprayin' ho | |
| Repeat | |
| Ain' t playin with you hoes not at all, | |
| got the A. R. rippin through the brick wall, | |
| Ima let it rip till this hoe has fallen | |
| Got the red beam on ya whole team dawg, | |
| When them same niggas try and run up in my trap, | |
| First nigga through the door put the beam on his cap, | |
| His niggas flipped out they gon dip ASAP, | |
| Say bitch ima rider and you know i stay straped, | |
| I' ve been lookin for these hoes for a week, | |
| Sun up sun down no sleep, | |
| When I see ima let em have the heat, | |
| Hope them hoes hungry cause they just found beef, | |
| I' m fixing ta find where these mother ers chill, | |
| Then ima letem know what the deal is, | |
| In the car six deep loadin up steel, | |
| bout ta let them boys know that we for real. | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| When we dip around the corner with them chaps im back down and up bout ta take on the block, | |
| I don' t give a damn bout no motha ing cops they strapped, we strapped, nigga lets rock, lets rock | |
| Now they see that the clique of the chain cause we hangin out the window with them thangs and they aint, | |
| let it rain god damnit let it rain, | |
| When i leave this bitch ima leave the strip FLAMED. | |
| Niggas get to cappin like they vets we dont walk up on they set, we aint showed them shit yet, | |
| When we bust everybody gets scared gets scared | |
| Matta' fact where all my gorrillaz at, | |
| Yes sir its the hurricane tuck, a nigga whos got something that will discipline a busta. | |
| Yall run, we rush | |
| Yall talk, we bust | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| There dey go | |
| There dey go | |
| Stop the car bout to walk up to they door | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Got the killaz outside with them thangs | |
| Bring ya Ak' s | |
| Bring ya AK' s | |
| Got the killaz outsidewith them thangs | |
| Chyuh Chyay | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| That' s what that is |
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