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? | |
PIMP | |
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 fortytwo pocket and my precious momma | |
??? its for life you feel the drama | |
They gon' bring you to the center for that gunshot 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 Tupacass wannabe 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? | |
PIMP | |
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 fortytwo pocket and my precious momma | |
??? its for life you feel the drama | |
They gon' bring you to the center for that gunshot 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 Tupacass wannabe z | |
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard | |
Goin' down | |
Sweet Jones | |
Platinum ! |