Cypress Hill (Stash 2002) - 06 - Throw Your Set In The Air (Slow Roll Remix) | Текст песни

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• Cypress Hill (Stash 2002)
• 06 - Throw Your Set In The Air (Slow Roll Remix)

Every Nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you-this
Would ya be down like a soldier
Loyal, and do everything I told ya
I can mold ya into a warrior
Down for ya neighborhood
Workin up to a G with the flava
Criminal behavior, on ya mind
When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time

Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care
Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care

It's time to exit that busta nigga
Get ya hands out ya pockets and your finga on the trigga
Let one fly, we don't die, we multiply
Throw yo set up in the sky
I ????????? cause you can't fuck wit this
Nigga when I got the glock ya betta duck quick
Cause I ain't havin it
If ya got ya gat ya betta start grabbin it
I can handle it
Soy numero, uno, mero mero
You know I run wit Muggs and the perro
Firin up that heater
When I'm throwin up a set I got my nina millemeter
La scandalous, killafornia, where I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
I'm buckin on ya ass now ya know where I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum

Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care
Throw...
Throw...
Throw...

Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon
Tell mama that ya won't be comin home anytime soon
Cause I got ya under my thumb
Nigga what set ya claimin
Betta be the same set I'm claimin
Take a look around count this amount of soldiers
When I'm chillin on the east side of town
And it won't stop till I'm done
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum

Throw...
Throw...
Throw...

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