Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні Don't Die, виконавця - Birdman. Пісня з альбому Like Father Like Son, у жанрі Рэп и хип-хоп
Дата випуску: 30.10.2006
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Лейбл звукозапису: Cash Money
Мова пісні: Англійська
Don't Die |
Yeah… Yeah |
Check me out man. Yeah |
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers |
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L’s up We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless |
And just think, I’m one sell out record away from being famous |
Shit I guess I ain’t it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay |
where the worms stay |
I spit it for my nigga’s sake |
I spit it for myself a long time ago |
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos |
I’m so straight I’m pointin |
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment |
Baby boy the president now |
Shit you gotta make an appointment |
Two record labels |
You should come join 'em |
Do check the label |
And make sure it’s yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table |
Gansta’s don’t die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami |
I’m banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it |
I’m still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it Gansta’s don’t die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami |
I’m banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it |
I’m still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up Yeah… |
Nigga playin, doing about 180 |
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade |
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky |
G4 whenever, fly in any weather |
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers |
Million on the floor |
Thats fo’sho’that lil’homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow |
And don’t think about the past |
A little water came, now we floatin on everything |
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin |
Niggaz puttin it in for the change |
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on |
I’m on the side with that bling |
And outside, got them thangs |
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes |
Naw, don’t fuck with that dogg |
Yo, I’m gonna knock your fuckin head off |
And I’m coming back hard |
Stunner get me to work, and I’m runnin that off |
I’m comin back with it, and let my team split it With a swagger you can’t get, naw you can’t get it Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it’s empty |
And you still drawing Leonardo D’Vinci |
Trap me, I’m in there early, gettin money ridin dirty |
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound |
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around |
The lil’homie got the game so I put him down |
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown |
Like father like son, got it off the mound |
Like father like son, nigga’s stand their grounds |
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns |
Yeah nigga, |
Un-fuckin-believable |
I know y’all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga |
You know, they mouth like they ass |
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya’heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga |
And let us through that motherfucker, ya’heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back |
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas |
Everybody ya’heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world |