Ya Can't Trust Nobody Lyrics
| Song | Ya Can't Trust Nobody |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arnaud, Brown | |
| Man, what you need, man? | |
| Yo' ************* ass always come around here | |
| Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit *************t | |
| ************* come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' ************* | |
| My bills gotta get paid mother****** | |
| I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch | |
| Hop in my | |
| Chevy get to wheelin' down the block | |
| Makin' sales, whether slangin' ****** or rocks | |
| Clockin' major strapped up, me and my *************z in the house | |
| Might as well back up, bustin' on *************z if they act up | |
| On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs | |
| Get paid, every night, where we hang' | |
| Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon | |
| Keep a ************* intact, for these *************z half-steppin' | |
| Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real | |
| Dealers servin' these *************z for a quarter a mill' | |
| Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is | |
| ************* my family, ************* my friends, when my **** come in | |
| You feel like ************* trust, a ************* lose his life | |
| Tryin' to trust on mother******s like us | |
| Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain't nuttin' but murders | |
| Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking | |
| Crackin' up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts | |
| The dark parts of the mother******' park | |
| The tarantula's loose and | |
| I'm heated now | |
| With somethin' in my right palm to keep y'all seated down | |
| Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads | |
| Shot in the chest neck arm and legs | |
| Ain't no fakin', we all out to get paid | |
| Wettin' *************z what we do nowadays(*************) | |
| Around here, you can't trust nobody | |
| Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) | |
| Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody | |
| We jack a ************* for a half a thang, we back up in this | |
| With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million | |
| Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life | |
| Every day every night me and the | |
| Columbians take flight | |
| Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas | |
| When I flip it | |
| I make about twelve million | |
| G'sI'm a two thousand | |
| Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce | |
| And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed | |
| Every ************* on the street gets paid | |
| A couple pieces spread, bear arms *************, warfare ************* | |
| Shut down the alarms ************* | |
| Time to hit off, get off then break off | |
| If he don't kick in the bread then take off | |
| Columbian ties, | |
| Columbian mob members in | |
| Columbian neckties | |
| Columbians disfigured, | |
| Daz MIDI machine | |
| DillingerTwo shotty | |
| Young Gotti, 'bout to put it on somebody | |
| And my mindstate today is ************* everybody | |
| Around here, you can't trust nobody | |
| Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) | |
| Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody | |
| Around here, you can't trust nobody | |
| Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) | |
| Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody | |
| *************t, who the ************* at the door? | |
| Aww man, the police, fool | |
| C'mon get out of here man c'mon | |
| Flush the *************t, flush the coke |
| zuo ci : Arnaud, Brown | |
| Man, what you need, man? | |
| Yo' ass always come around here | |
| Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit t | |
| come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' | |
| My bills gotta get paid mother | |
| I' m outta here, catch me next week beotch | |
| Hop in my | |
| Chevy get to wheelin' down the block | |
| Makin' sales, whether slangin' or rocks | |
| Clockin' major strapped up, me and my z in the house | |
| Might as well back up, bustin' on z if they act up | |
| On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs | |
| Get paid, every night, where we hang' | |
| Cause it' s a street thang, cops and automatic weapon | |
| Keep a intact, for these z halfsteppin' | |
| Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real | |
| Dealers servin' these z for a quarter a mill' | |
| Ninetyeight my motto to kill, that' s how it is | |
| my family, my friends, when my come in | |
| You feel like trust, a lose his life | |
| Tryin' to trust on mother s like us | |
| Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain' t nuttin' but murders | |
| Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking | |
| Crackin' up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts | |
| The dark parts of the mother' park | |
| The tarantula' s loose and | |
| I' m heated now | |
| With somethin' in my right palm to keep y' all seated down | |
| Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads | |
| Shot in the chest neck arm and legs | |
| Ain' t no fakin', we all out to get paid | |
| Wettin' z what we do nowadays | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| We jack a for a half a thang, we back up in this | |
| With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million | |
| Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life | |
| Every day every night me and the | |
| Columbians take flight | |
| Eight hundred ki' s to fly across seas | |
| When I flip it | |
| I make about twelve million | |
| G' sI' m a two thousand | |
| Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce | |
| And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed | |
| Every on the street gets paid | |
| A couple pieces spread, bear arms , warfare | |
| Shut down the alarms | |
| Time to hit off, get off then break off | |
| If he don' t kick in the bread then take off | |
| Columbian ties, | |
| Columbian mob members in | |
| Columbian neckties | |
| Columbians disfigured, | |
| Daz MIDI machine | |
| DillingerTwo shotty | |
| Young Gotti, ' bout to put it on somebody | |
| And my mindstate today is everybody | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| t, who the at the door? | |
| Aww man, the police, fool | |
| C' mon get out of here man c' mon | |
| Flush the t, flush the coke |
| zuò cí : Arnaud, Brown | |
| Man, what you need, man? | |
| Yo' ass always come around here | |
| Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit t | |
| come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' | |
| My bills gotta get paid mother | |
| I' m outta here, catch me next week beotch | |
| Hop in my | |
| Chevy get to wheelin' down the block | |
| Makin' sales, whether slangin' or rocks | |
| Clockin' major strapped up, me and my z in the house | |
| Might as well back up, bustin' on z if they act up | |
| On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs | |
| Get paid, every night, where we hang' | |
| Cause it' s a street thang, cops and automatic weapon | |
| Keep a intact, for these z halfsteppin' | |
| Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real | |
| Dealers servin' these z for a quarter a mill' | |
| Ninetyeight my motto to kill, that' s how it is | |
| my family, my friends, when my come in | |
| You feel like trust, a lose his life | |
| Tryin' to trust on mother s like us | |
| Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain' t nuttin' but murders | |
| Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking | |
| Crackin' up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts | |
| The dark parts of the mother' park | |
| The tarantula' s loose and | |
| I' m heated now | |
| With somethin' in my right palm to keep y' all seated down | |
| Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads | |
| Shot in the chest neck arm and legs | |
| Ain' t no fakin', we all out to get paid | |
| Wettin' z what we do nowadays | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| We jack a for a half a thang, we back up in this | |
| With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million | |
| Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life | |
| Every day every night me and the | |
| Columbians take flight | |
| Eight hundred ki' s to fly across seas | |
| When I flip it | |
| I make about twelve million | |
| G' sI' m a two thousand | |
| Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce | |
| And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed | |
| Every on the street gets paid | |
| A couple pieces spread, bear arms , warfare | |
| Shut down the alarms | |
| Time to hit off, get off then break off | |
| If he don' t kick in the bread then take off | |
| Columbian ties, | |
| Columbian mob members in | |
| Columbian neckties | |
| Columbians disfigured, | |
| Daz MIDI machine | |
| DillingerTwo shotty | |
| Young Gotti, ' bout to put it on somebody | |
| And my mindstate today is everybody | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Around here, you can' t trust nobody | |
| Anybody' s somebody tryin to jack somebody Somebody | |
| Whether it' s or your life or narcotics | |
| Anyway you get, you can' t trust nobody | |
| t, who the at the door? | |
| Aww man, the police, fool | |
| C' mon get out of here man c' mon | |
| Flush the t, flush the coke |
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