Song | O It's On |
Artist | Petey Pablo |
Artist | Young Buck of G |
Artist | Unit |
Album | Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barrett, Brown, Ledbetter | |
'CuzWhassup nigga? | |
If a mutha****a would have told me years ago | |
That the game today would be so ****ed up | |
Common holla at cha boi | |
That these mutha****in' niggas be runnin' around | |
Here actin' mo bitchy fried | |
Bitch niggas | |
One year more penalize | |
I see these niggas man | |
Lord this shit crazy then a mutha****a, but you know what | |
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao | |
Ey yo speak on that shit95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes | |
With Victoria | |
Secret panties crammin' that ass hole | |
Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast | |
Them some real soldiers, y'all son of bitches, fonies | |
I called it like | |
I called it, think | |
I'm wrong, step forward | |
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket | |
She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on | |
Quit fantasizing 'bout that man life, and live yo own | |
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long | |
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya | |
Tonite were gettin' closure, | |
I'm pointin' out folks | |
Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold | |
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more | |
Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest | |
I had to get off | |
You can't judge a mutha****in' book by its cover | |
But I can spot a bitch a mile away | |
Pardon me brotha | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches(Here I go) | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, give 'em some, mutha****a(Get 'em buck) | |
These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain't men they women | |
And he gay 'cuz he wit 'em and he trying to defend 'em | |
So I say we should expose these hoes | |
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows | |
O it's on now yeah, | |
I can cummon down(On now) | |
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, | |
I swear it make no sound | |
A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round50 took a look at it and told me to slow down | |
Petey you need me nigga just holla and | |
I got yaThrow on some frank | |
Sinatra and order me some pasta | |
They ****in' with some mobstas, see we can get it done | |
And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come | |
I ain't here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name | |
If you pussies and show yo panties, | |
I'm pullin' out my thang | |
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics | |
You niggas in trouble buck and | |
Petey back at it it's on nigga | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha****a | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like | |
If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club | |
She can tow up just get toed up like | |
I give a good buck | |
All the champagne | |
I don bought bitch | |
I done paid for this chair | |
That I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head | |
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read(10 ton) | |
That's on everything | |
I love to drop dead(Bitch I ain't never scared) | |
****in' round get a main artery cut in half | |
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death | |
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together | |
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man | |
It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this shit for granted | |
Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot | |
Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man | |
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy | |
Backstabbin' mother****in' crabs in a barell | |
I can't stand 'em, but | |
I bet I can handle 'em | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha****a | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it's on, get at me, bitch | |
I'm gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha****a |
zuo qu : Barrett, Brown, Ledbetter | |
' CuzWhassup nigga? | |
If a mutha a would have told me years ago | |
That the game today would be so ed up | |
Common holla at cha boi | |
That these mutha in' niggas be runnin' around | |
Here actin' mo bitchy fried | |
Bitch niggas | |
One year more penalize | |
I see these niggas man | |
Lord this shit crazy then a mutha a, but you know what | |
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao | |
Ey yo speak on that shit95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes | |
With Victoria | |
Secret panties crammin' that ass hole | |
Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast | |
Them some real soldiers, y' all son of bitches, fonies | |
I called it like | |
I called it, think | |
I' m wrong, step forward | |
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket | |
She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on | |
Quit fantasizing ' bout that man life, and live yo own | |
You ain' t neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long | |
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya | |
Tonite were gettin' closure, | |
I' m pointin' out folks | |
Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold | |
I' m sorry if it feels you don' t know me no more | |
Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest | |
I had to get off | |
You can' t judge a mutha in' book by its cover | |
But I can spot a bitch a mile away | |
Pardon me brotha | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches Here I go | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, give ' em some, mutha a Get ' em buck | |
These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain' t men they women | |
And he gay ' cuz he wit ' em and he trying to defend ' em | |
So I say we should expose these hoes | |
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows | |
O it' s on now yeah, | |
I can cummon down On now | |
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, | |
I swear it make no sound | |
A 4. 5 caliber with some bullets that so round50 took a look at it and told me to slow down | |
Petey you need me nigga just holla and | |
I got yaThrow on some frank | |
Sinatra and order me some pasta | |
They in' with some mobstas, see we can get it done | |
And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come | |
I ain' t here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name | |
If you pussies and show yo panties, | |
I' m pullin' out my thang | |
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semiautomatics | |
You niggas in trouble buck and | |
Petey back at it it' s on nigga | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don' t like | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don' t like | |
If you jump off in the club it' s a jump off in the club | |
She can tow up just get toed up like | |
I give a good buck | |
All the champagne | |
I don bought bitch | |
I done paid for this chair | |
That I' m fittin' to take and break across this zombies head | |
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read 10 ton | |
That' s on everything | |
I love to drop dead Bitch I ain' t never scared | |
in' round get a main artery cut in half | |
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death | |
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect ' n' piece you back together | |
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man | |
It' s gettin' crucial out here ' n' you takin' this shit for granted | |
Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot | |
Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man | |
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy | |
Backstabbin' mother in' crabs in a barell | |
I can' t stand ' em, but | |
I bet I can handle ' em | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a |
zuò qǔ : Barrett, Brown, Ledbetter | |
' CuzWhassup nigga? | |
If a mutha a would have told me years ago | |
That the game today would be so ed up | |
Common holla at cha boi | |
That these mutha in' niggas be runnin' around | |
Here actin' mo bitchy fried | |
Bitch niggas | |
One year more penalize | |
I see these niggas man | |
Lord this shit crazy then a mutha a, but you know what | |
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao | |
Ey yo speak on that shit95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes | |
With Victoria | |
Secret panties crammin' that ass hole | |
Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast | |
Them some real soldiers, y' all son of bitches, fonies | |
I called it like | |
I called it, think | |
I' m wrong, step forward | |
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket | |
She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on | |
Quit fantasizing ' bout that man life, and live yo own | |
You ain' t neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long | |
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya | |
Tonite were gettin' closure, | |
I' m pointin' out folks | |
Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold | |
I' m sorry if it feels you don' t know me no more | |
Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest | |
I had to get off | |
You can' t judge a mutha in' book by its cover | |
But I can spot a bitch a mile away | |
Pardon me brotha | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches Here I go | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, give ' em some, mutha a Get ' em buck | |
These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain' t men they women | |
And he gay ' cuz he wit ' em and he trying to defend ' em | |
So I say we should expose these hoes | |
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows | |
O it' s on now yeah, | |
I can cummon down On now | |
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, | |
I swear it make no sound | |
A 4. 5 caliber with some bullets that so round50 took a look at it and told me to slow down | |
Petey you need me nigga just holla and | |
I got yaThrow on some frank | |
Sinatra and order me some pasta | |
They in' with some mobstas, see we can get it done | |
And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come | |
I ain' t here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name | |
If you pussies and show yo panties, | |
I' m pullin' out my thang | |
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semiautomatics | |
You niggas in trouble buck and | |
Petey back at it it' s on nigga | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don' t like | |
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might | |
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don' t like | |
If you jump off in the club it' s a jump off in the club | |
She can tow up just get toed up like | |
I give a good buck | |
All the champagne | |
I don bought bitch | |
I done paid for this chair | |
That I' m fittin' to take and break across this zombies head | |
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read 10 ton | |
That' s on everything | |
I love to drop dead Bitch I ain' t never scared | |
in' round get a main artery cut in half | |
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death | |
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect ' n' piece you back together | |
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man | |
It' s gettin' crucial out here ' n' you takin' this shit for granted | |
Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot | |
Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man | |
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy | |
Backstabbin' mother in' crabs in a barell | |
I can' t stand ' em, but | |
I bet I can handle ' em | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches | |
O it' s on, get at me, bitch | |
I' m gon slap the shit | |
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, mutha a |