Danglin' Lyrics
| Song | Danglin' |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Tee ... | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake shit they janky they shady say | |
| He a lady rockin' a broad y'all | |
| He could probably breed a baby | |
| [a-plus] | |
| Ay, i done seen him lately | |
| I don't know if you spot him | |
| The type of cat that run his mouth and get you shot up | |
| "y'all," he ain't got no partners | |
| He bust no slugs | |
| Not even a bb gun if it's beef he run | |
| [opio] | |
| You got caught now you breathin' from a machine | |
| Cuz you sleepin' on how evil come back | |
| It's like a scene from the mack | |
| The way you got pimp-slapped | |
| Then ramshackled for your bundle | |
| Late night on a track | |
| And felt the crackle or the thunder | |
| Your life snatched from right up under | |
| Fool you trifle of a slumber | |
| So eternally sleep | |
| You wasn't learnt in the streets | |
| [phesto dee] | |
| You just squirm when they turn up the heat | |
| Turnin' your sheets | |
| Youse a geek | |
| All obsessed with your d-boy image | |
| Around real hitters a small joke | |
| Tryin' to be down you get, broke | |
| Stickin' your spokes | |
| Trappin' your coke and still got, choked up | |
| They play strip poker with ya spoke of tough luck | |
| All for what? a fast buck | |
| [chorus] | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake see they janky they shady | |
| Me i can't relate to this imagery | |
| Arrangin' and changin' (and changin') (and changin') | |
| Rangin' from slangin' kilos | |
| To gangbangin' | |
| But we know your name and your people | |
| You ain't tanglin' | |
| You ain't from the set that you claimin' | |
| You danglin' | |
| [opio] | |
| Premeditatin' murder rate | |
| Wet up off the sherminate | |
| Shots hit your vertebrae | |
| You wishin' you could turn the page | |
| And start from the beginnin' back at chapter one | |
| You was a virgin eighth grade | |
| No collapsin' lung | |
| Livin' free as the president now it's maximum | |
| Security for you permanent the battle was won | |
| [tajai] | |
| Is so maddenin' to see you slip in | |
| The same pattern and some escape | |
| Many make the same dumb mistakes | |
| Tryin' the hardest to be | |
| Perceived as hard | |
| Posted on the corners with the cheap cigars | |
| Pants so baggy man you can barely keep 'em on | |
| Speakin' on things you got no business speakin' on | |
| But now keep keep it on | |
| And be the first nigga we creep up on | |
| Before you peep it you gone | |
| [phesto dee] | |
| Yeah, some niggas try to act like they crazy | |
| They shady barnum & bailey | |
| Clown fugazis | |
| You was a dweeb in the eighties | |
| Thinkin' bulletproof now | |
| But them real niggas are bangin' | |
| [a-plus] | |
| Hey, this is what we tryin' to tell | |
| Busters, suckers and tail tuckers | |
| All frail hustlers and nail buffers | |
| Leave it to the people that be it | |
| Till you had seen it, but i seen it | |
| Cats ain't breathin' when they leave you bleedin' on the cement | |
| These phoney niggas make believe it | |
| I hope a nine to your mind | |
| Ain't what it take to free, hate to see | |
| [chorus] - 2x |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Tee ... | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake shit they janky they shady say | |
| He a lady rockin' a broad y' all | |
| He could probably breed a baby | |
| aplus | |
| Ay, i done seen him lately | |
| I don' t know if you spot him | |
| The type of cat that run his mouth and get you shot up | |
| " y' all," he ain' t got no partners | |
| He bust no slugs | |
| Not even a bb gun if it' s beef he run | |
| opio | |
| You got caught now you breathin' from a machine | |
| Cuz you sleepin' on how evil come back | |
| It' s like a scene from the mack | |
| The way you got pimpslapped | |
| Then ramshackled for your bundle | |
| Late night on a track | |
| And felt the crackle or the thunder | |
| Your life snatched from right up under | |
| Fool you trifle of a slumber | |
| So eternally sleep | |
| You wasn' t learnt in the streets | |
| phesto dee | |
| You just squirm when they turn up the heat | |
| Turnin' your sheets | |
| Youse a geek | |
| All obsessed with your dboy image | |
| Around real hitters a small joke | |
| Tryin' to be down you get, broke | |
| Stickin' your spokes | |
| Trappin' your coke and still got, choked up | |
| They play strip poker with ya spoke of tough luck | |
| All for what? a fast buck | |
| chorus | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake see they janky they shady | |
| Me i can' t relate to this imagery | |
| Arrangin' and changin' and changin' and changin' | |
| Rangin' from slangin' kilos | |
| To gangbangin' | |
| But we know your name and your people | |
| You ain' t tanglin' | |
| You ain' t from the set that you claimin' | |
| You danglin' | |
| opio | |
| Premeditatin' murder rate | |
| Wet up off the sherminate | |
| Shots hit your vertebrae | |
| You wishin' you could turn the page | |
| And start from the beginnin' back at chapter one | |
| You was a virgin eighth grade | |
| No collapsin' lung | |
| Livin' free as the president now it' s maximum | |
| Security for you permanent the battle was won | |
| tajai | |
| Is so maddenin' to see you slip in | |
| The same pattern and some escape | |
| Many make the same dumb mistakes | |
| Tryin' the hardest to be | |
| Perceived as hard | |
| Posted on the corners with the cheap cigars | |
| Pants so baggy man you can barely keep ' em on | |
| Speakin' on things you got no business speakin' on | |
| But now keep keep it on | |
| And be the first nigga we creep up on | |
| Before you peep it you gone | |
| phesto dee | |
| Yeah, some niggas try to act like they crazy | |
| They shady barnum bailey | |
| Clown fugazis | |
| You was a dweeb in the eighties | |
| Thinkin' bulletproof now | |
| But them real niggas are bangin' | |
| aplus | |
| Hey, this is what we tryin' to tell | |
| Busters, suckers and tail tuckers | |
| All frail hustlers and nail buffers | |
| Leave it to the people that be it | |
| Till you had seen it, but i seen it | |
| Cats ain' t breathin' when they leave you bleedin' on the cement | |
| These phoney niggas make believe it | |
| I hope a nine to your mind | |
| Ain' t what it take to free, hate to see | |
| chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Tee ... | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake shit they janky they shady say | |
| He a lady rockin' a broad y' all | |
| He could probably breed a baby | |
| aplus | |
| Ay, i done seen him lately | |
| I don' t know if you spot him | |
| The type of cat that run his mouth and get you shot up | |
| " y' all," he ain' t got no partners | |
| He bust no slugs | |
| Not even a bb gun if it' s beef he run | |
| opio | |
| You got caught now you breathin' from a machine | |
| Cuz you sleepin' on how evil come back | |
| It' s like a scene from the mack | |
| The way you got pimpslapped | |
| Then ramshackled for your bundle | |
| Late night on a track | |
| And felt the crackle or the thunder | |
| Your life snatched from right up under | |
| Fool you trifle of a slumber | |
| So eternally sleep | |
| You wasn' t learnt in the streets | |
| phesto dee | |
| You just squirm when they turn up the heat | |
| Turnin' your sheets | |
| Youse a geek | |
| All obsessed with your dboy image | |
| Around real hitters a small joke | |
| Tryin' to be down you get, broke | |
| Stickin' your spokes | |
| Trappin' your coke and still got, choked up | |
| They play strip poker with ya spoke of tough luck | |
| All for what? a fast buck | |
| chorus | |
| Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like | |
| Act like they crazy but they really fake | |
| Fake see they janky they shady | |
| Me i can' t relate to this imagery | |
| Arrangin' and changin' and changin' and changin' | |
| Rangin' from slangin' kilos | |
| To gangbangin' | |
| But we know your name and your people | |
| You ain' t tanglin' | |
| You ain' t from the set that you claimin' | |
| You danglin' | |
| opio | |
| Premeditatin' murder rate | |
| Wet up off the sherminate | |
| Shots hit your vertebrae | |
| You wishin' you could turn the page | |
| And start from the beginnin' back at chapter one | |
| You was a virgin eighth grade | |
| No collapsin' lung | |
| Livin' free as the president now it' s maximum | |
| Security for you permanent the battle was won | |
| tajai | |
| Is so maddenin' to see you slip in | |
| The same pattern and some escape | |
| Many make the same dumb mistakes | |
| Tryin' the hardest to be | |
| Perceived as hard | |
| Posted on the corners with the cheap cigars | |
| Pants so baggy man you can barely keep ' em on | |
| Speakin' on things you got no business speakin' on | |
| But now keep keep it on | |
| And be the first nigga we creep up on | |
| Before you peep it you gone | |
| phesto dee | |
| Yeah, some niggas try to act like they crazy | |
| They shady barnum bailey | |
| Clown fugazis | |
| You was a dweeb in the eighties | |
| Thinkin' bulletproof now | |
| But them real niggas are bangin' | |
| aplus | |
| Hey, this is what we tryin' to tell | |
| Busters, suckers and tail tuckers | |
| All frail hustlers and nail buffers | |
| Leave it to the people that be it | |
| Till you had seen it, but i seen it | |
| Cats ain' t breathin' when they leave you bleedin' on the cement | |
| These phoney niggas make believe it | |
| I hope a nine to your mind | |
| Ain' t what it take to free, hate to see | |
| chorus 2x |
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