I Know U Strapped Lyrics
| Song | I Know U Strapped |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Album | Sweet James Jones Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Williams | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa | |
| Sweet Jones Story | |
| Know what I'm talking bout? | |
| P-I-M-P | |
| I know you strapped, but you still a ******g ************ ******* | |
| Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't ************t ******* | |
| And if you don't shut the ******* up, you'll get hit ******* | |
| And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger | |
| I went to Dallas and some ******* tried to test me | |
| But my nuts too big to let a ************ niggga check me | |
| And I ain't laugh, ************ *******z don't disrespect me | |
| You shoulda killed me, ************ the first day that you met me | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| I told you ******* I don't ******* wit no paid route | |
| When I was young that ******* ****** me out some paper dude | |
| But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross | |
| But ************ you almost got your homeboy broke off | |
| Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door | |
| The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe | |
| Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up | |
| Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends | |
| I see some *******z drivin' funny in a ************-like Benz | |
| And showin' nothing but that ************ that put me in the cross | |
| The first line in my mind was to pick him off | |
| I said ******* him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk | |
| But if that ************ gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off | |
| I told that girl what this mafia's like ************ | |
| And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this ************ | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You *******z week so you call Houston for the hit | |
| But didn't know that we got gangsta *******z all over this ************ | |
| So now you ******* gotta deal with the King hoe | |
| Cause you done call it three times, we just can't let that go | |
| And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma | |
| ??? its ******* for life you feel the drama | |
| They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama | |
| You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala | |
| I know ya strapped [screwed & chopped] | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You ain't no gangsta ******* | |
| ******* ass ******* | |
| You ain't slappin' nothing here junior | |
| Better get your mind right ************ | |
| Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass *******z | |
| When you shoulda known not to ******* with me ************ [screwed & chopped] | |
| I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which | |
| What happenin' my brother? | |
| He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother ******* | |
| All you Tupac-ass wanna-be *******z | |
| Get your brains blew out on your dashboard ************ | |
| Goin' down | |
| Sweet Jones | |
| Platinum ************! |
| zuo qu : Butler, Williams | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you' se a killa | |
| Sweet Jones Story | |
| Know what I' m talking bout? | |
| P-I-M-P | |
| I know you strapped, but you still a g | |
| Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain' t t | |
| And if you don' t shut the up, you' ll get hit | |
| And we' ll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger | |
| I went to Dallas and some tried to test me | |
| But my nuts too big to let a niggga check me | |
| And I ain' t laugh, z don' t disrespect me | |
| You shoulda killed me, the first day that you met me | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| I told you I don' t wit no paid route | |
| When I was young that me out some paper dude | |
| But to call him to the studio that wasn' t cross | |
| But you almost got your homeboy broke off | |
| Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door | |
| The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe | |
| Tryin' to talk like an O. G. , better shut up | |
| Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| The next night I' m at the kitchen makin' hits and ends | |
| I see some z drivin' funny in a -like Benz | |
| And showin' nothing but that that put me in the cross | |
| The first line in my mind was to pick him off | |
| I said him let' s go do it, yeah let' s let him talk | |
| But if that gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off | |
| I told that girl what this mafia' s like | |
| And if you ever try it it' s gon' be repercussions across this | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You z week so you call Houston for the hit | |
| But didn' t know that we got gangsta z all over this | |
| So now you gotta deal with the King hoe | |
| Cause you done call it three times, we just can' t let that go | |
| And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma | |
| ? ? ? its for life you feel the drama | |
| They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama | |
| You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala | |
| I know ya strapped screwed chopped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You ain' t no gangsta | |
| ass | |
| You ain' t slappin' nothing here junior | |
| Better get your mind right | |
| Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass z | |
| When you shoulda known not to with me screwed chopped | |
| I' m a put it dead on yo ass when it which | |
| What happenin' my brother? | |
| He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother | |
| All you Tupac-ass wanna-be z | |
| Get your brains blew out on your dashboard | |
| Goin' down | |
| Sweet Jones | |
| Platinum! |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Williams | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you' se a killa | |
| Sweet Jones Story | |
| Know what I' m talking bout? | |
| P-I-M-P | |
| I know you strapped, but you still a g | |
| Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain' t t | |
| And if you don' t shut the up, you' ll get hit | |
| And we' ll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger | |
| I went to Dallas and some tried to test me | |
| But my nuts too big to let a niggga check me | |
| And I ain' t laugh, z don' t disrespect me | |
| You shoulda killed me, the first day that you met me | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| I told you I don' t wit no paid route | |
| When I was young that me out some paper dude | |
| But to call him to the studio that wasn' t cross | |
| But you almost got your homeboy broke off | |
| Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door | |
| The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe | |
| Tryin' to talk like an O. G. , better shut up | |
| Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| The next night I' m at the kitchen makin' hits and ends | |
| I see some z drivin' funny in a -like Benz | |
| And showin' nothing but that that put me in the cross | |
| The first line in my mind was to pick him off | |
| I said him let' s go do it, yeah let' s let him talk | |
| But if that gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off | |
| I told that girl what this mafia' s like | |
| And if you ever try it it' s gon' be repercussions across this | |
| I know ya strapped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You z week so you call Houston for the hit | |
| But didn' t know that we got gangsta z all over this | |
| So now you gotta deal with the King hoe | |
| Cause you done call it three times, we just can' t let that go | |
| And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma | |
| ? ? ? its for life you feel the drama | |
| They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama | |
| You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala | |
| I know ya strapped screwed chopped | |
| But you cowards like to play hard | |
| But knowing that you don' t wanna catch a murder charge | |
| See z like to get full of dat and liquor | |
| Snort a line in you mind now you a killa | |
| You ain' t no gangsta | |
| ass | |
| You ain' t slappin' nothing here junior | |
| Better get your mind right | |
| Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass z | |
| When you shoulda known not to with me screwed chopped | |
| I' m a put it dead on yo ass when it which | |
| What happenin' my brother? | |
| He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother | |
| All you Tupac-ass wanna-be z | |
| Get your brains blew out on your dashboard | |
| Goin' down | |
| Sweet Jones | |
| Platinum! |
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