I Know U Strapped

Song I Know U Strapped
Artist Pimp C
Album Sweet James Jones Stories

Lyrics

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 ************!

Pinyin

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 !