TUT - Live From Chattanooga | Текст песни

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• Live From Chattanooga

Reporting live from them Chattanooga streets -Tryna keep the peace
Swimming in them lakes out in the east - pray it never cease
Keep your eyes open when you sleep - dog, don’t even blink
Doing homicides at fifteen - they don’t even think
Cold blooded, cold hearted niggas retarded
I do this for my niggas with blickaz, don’t be a target
I do this for my single mothers who ain’t got the patience
And for the children who don’t know where the fuck they daddy stayin
I ain’t waiting on a hand out, been had this planned out
I stand out like a bump on your lip -
I’m a pimp - Where’s that steak and shrimp?
Mix that white sauce and that hot sauce all up in my shiiiiit, biatch

(Hook)
2-3 niggas gettin high in the cadillac - ride til I die playin softly in the back
All I ever wanted was a jeep on all gold daytons, Chattanooga, hallelujah
It’s bout time we fuckin made it. (2X)

The south back! - You niggas better watch that
Your main lady - we housed that
And don’t near where any of our house is at
It’ll have your shit sounding like pat-pat
Pussy woke, go take a cat nap
Back in this bitch with my back pack
Put the town on my back like a back tat
I be that nigga just rollin and smokin
Was teachin jamoki just how to switch gears in the stick (skir)
Stallin my engine and shit - we was talking about bitches and kicks, uh
Real OG, spill O-E for my niggas locked
Motherfuck a court judge and cops
And thots, nigga we coming after ya
Giving ‘em shots like we bout to send ‘em to africa
Drinking to much activist, that must be why they acting up
Only getting closer muhfucka, ain’t no backing up. Uh

(Interlude)

2-3 niggas gettin high in the cadillac - ride til I die playin softly in the back
All I ever wanted was a jeep on all gold daytons, Chattanooga, hallelujah
It’s bout time we fuckin made it. (2X)

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