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Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****)

Benzino

Letra

    (feat. K.T., Prince, Smoke, Luv, Weirdo, O.T.)

    [Benzino]
    Benzino, unhh!
    Throw 'em up
    Up here in the 6-1-7
    Ray Benzino
    Yo, killa tactics

    [K.T.]
    Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
    I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
    Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
    Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
    Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
    Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
    Think something sweet with me, try me
    And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
    Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
    I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
    When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
    I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast

    [Prince]
    These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
    Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
    Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
    Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
    I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
    Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
    I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
    Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
    Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
    Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
    I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
    Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star

    [Smoke]
    Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?
    I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
    Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
    My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
    I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
    With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
    Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
    You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
    Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
    To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
    I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
    Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
    Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

    [Chorus: Benzino]
    My Boston niggaz wanna ride
    Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
    Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
    Do you wanna ride?
    Tell me, do you wanna ride?
    South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
    Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
    JP niggaz gonna ride
    Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)
    Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)

    [Luv]
    The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
    I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
    My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
    Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
    My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
    Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
    We rock the club all out, rock the bra
    Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
    I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
    My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
    Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
    Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck

    [Weirdo]
    I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
    Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
    We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?
    We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
    Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
    Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
    Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
    All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
    Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
    38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
    My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
    Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin

    [O.T.]
    It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
    With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
    Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
    Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
    I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
    Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
    I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
    Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
    Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
    On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
    A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
    Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it

    [Chorus 4x]

    Composição: J. Backues Neal / L. Lindsey / R. Scott / S. Williams. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.



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