N.S.E.W. - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | N.S.E.W. - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Disturbing tha Peace |
| Artist | I |
| Artist | 20 |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Artist | Shawnna |
| Artist | Tity Boi |
| Album | Golden Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cook, Epps, Guy, Sandimanie ... | |
| Just get on down (8x) [Chorus] | |
| North, North, | |
| South, South, | |
| East, East, | |
| West, West (4x) | |
| Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of | |
| Fayo and apple juice | |
| Throw up a deuce, | |
| Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool | |
| So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause | |
| I bust that shit'it | |
| Dump that | |
| Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it | |
| Through the | |
| Chi like North, | |
| North, South, | |
| South Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth | |
| In the East, | |
| East, West, | |
| West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest | |
| Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter | |
| Shauna got juice like a muh'****a | |
| Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas | |
| Back in the bricks wit that good [Chorus] | |
| Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp | |
| All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them ****in dollas at) | |
| Yeeah, I got them hos, | |
| I got them | |
| O's, I got | |
| Air phones for those hos | |
| And yeeah, | |
| I got white phones, got black phones, | |
| I got crack weed in the floor | |
| So get on the grind, | |
| Get on some lime, | |
| Get on mine, let ya mind take course | |
| Got dip in the ride, | |
| Switchin the tires, | |
| Whippin the fire 85 | |
| Chevy Sport | |
| See if you got 16's, | |
| I will make that pliz'ay | |
| And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys | |
| East side, whole | |
| Masterfield rainbow | |
| Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow | |
| Good wood, not wastin that payroll | |
| Five hos trapped, boys got rapers | |
| My size got air nigga rep that | |
| We ride, rock sells and | |
| I bet that | |
| Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch | |
| Let a nigga know that his head | |
| I will bust quick | |
| Some slum niggas know what | |
| I'm talkin bout | |
| Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot | |
| Gimme head while | |
| I'm bustin that two track | |
| It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back | |
| Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book | |
| Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk | |
| If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though 2-0 represent | |
| East side ho [Chorus] | |
| Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what) | |
| Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, | |
| Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!) | |
| Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!) | |
| Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that (they thought it couldn't happen) | |
| They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend (Shawty!) | |
| Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend | |
| His brains was left leakin while his body got cold | |
| Now it's y'all life that y'all owe | |
| Time to even the score, case closed | |
| Chorus (2x) (Scratching) |
| zuo qu : Cook, Epps, Guy, Sandimanie ... | |
| Just get on down 8x Chorus | |
| North, North, | |
| South, South, | |
| East, East, | |
| West, West 4x | |
| Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of | |
| Fayo and apple juice | |
| Throw up a deuce, | |
| Keep my hat banged to the left and ain' t scared to act a fool | |
| So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause | |
| I bust that shit' it | |
| Dump that | |
| Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it | |
| Through the | |
| Chi like North, | |
| North, South, | |
| South Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth | |
| In the East, | |
| East, West, | |
| West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest | |
| Cause I' m hood, hood, gutter, gutter | |
| Shauna got juice like a muh' a | |
| Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas | |
| Back in the bricks wit that good Chorus | |
| Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp | |
| All them bitches holla' n bout is Where them in dollas at | |
| Yeeah, I got them hos, | |
| I got them | |
| O' s, I got | |
| Air phones for those hos | |
| And yeeah, | |
| I got white phones, got black phones, | |
| I got crack weed in the floor | |
| So get on the grind, | |
| Get on some lime, | |
| Get on mine, let ya mind take course | |
| Got dip in the ride, | |
| Switchin the tires, | |
| Whippin the fire 85 | |
| Chevy Sport | |
| See if you got 16' s, | |
| I will make that pliz' ay | |
| And I' m dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz' eys | |
| East side, whole | |
| Masterfield rainbow | |
| Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow | |
| Good wood, not wastin that payroll | |
| Five hos trapped, boys got rapers | |
| My size got air nigga rep that | |
| We ride, rock sells and | |
| I bet that | |
| Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch | |
| Let a nigga know that his head | |
| I will bust quick | |
| Some slum niggas know what | |
| I' m talkin bout | |
| Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot | |
| Gimme head while | |
| I' m bustin that two track | |
| It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back | |
| Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book | |
| Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk | |
| If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though 20 represent | |
| East side ho Chorus | |
| Hell, I' m up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to what, what | |
| Tupac, I' m a rider, hoppin out, | |
| Gangsta crip disciples Yeeah! | |
| Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to Yeeah! | |
| Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that they thought it couldn' t happen | |
| They blastin and screamin, we ain' t friends, ain' t no need to pretend Shawty! | |
| Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend | |
| His brains was left leakin while his body got cold | |
| Now it' s y' all life that y' all owe | |
| Time to even the score, case closed | |
| Chorus 2x Scratching |
| zuò qǔ : Cook, Epps, Guy, Sandimanie ... | |
| Just get on down 8x Chorus | |
| North, North, | |
| South, South, | |
| East, East, | |
| West, West 4x | |
| Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of | |
| Fayo and apple juice | |
| Throw up a deuce, | |
| Keep my hat banged to the left and ain' t scared to act a fool | |
| So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause | |
| I bust that shit' it | |
| Dump that | |
| Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it | |
| Through the | |
| Chi like North, | |
| North, South, | |
| South Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth | |
| In the East, | |
| East, West, | |
| West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest | |
| Cause I' m hood, hood, gutter, gutter | |
| Shauna got juice like a muh' a | |
| Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas | |
| Back in the bricks wit that good Chorus | |
| Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp | |
| All them bitches holla' n bout is Where them in dollas at | |
| Yeeah, I got them hos, | |
| I got them | |
| O' s, I got | |
| Air phones for those hos | |
| And yeeah, | |
| I got white phones, got black phones, | |
| I got crack weed in the floor | |
| So get on the grind, | |
| Get on some lime, | |
| Get on mine, let ya mind take course | |
| Got dip in the ride, | |
| Switchin the tires, | |
| Whippin the fire 85 | |
| Chevy Sport | |
| See if you got 16' s, | |
| I will make that pliz' ay | |
| And I' m dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz' eys | |
| East side, whole | |
| Masterfield rainbow | |
| Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow | |
| Good wood, not wastin that payroll | |
| Five hos trapped, boys got rapers | |
| My size got air nigga rep that | |
| We ride, rock sells and | |
| I bet that | |
| Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch | |
| Let a nigga know that his head | |
| I will bust quick | |
| Some slum niggas know what | |
| I' m talkin bout | |
| Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot | |
| Gimme head while | |
| I' m bustin that two track | |
| It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back | |
| Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book | |
| Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk | |
| If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though 20 represent | |
| East side ho Chorus | |
| Hell, I' m up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to what, what | |
| Tupac, I' m a rider, hoppin out, | |
| Gangsta crip disciples Yeeah! | |
| Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to Yeeah! | |
| Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that they thought it couldn' t happen | |
| They blastin and screamin, we ain' t friends, ain' t no need to pretend Shawty! | |
| Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend | |
| His brains was left leakin while his body got cold | |
| Now it' s y' all life that y' all owe | |
| Time to even the score, case closed | |
| Chorus 2x Scratching |
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