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Дата випуску: 31.12.1997
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Scummy |
You know it’s time to get 'em on |
No doubt about it we gettin' scummy |
You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummy |
You know it’s time to get 'em on, early in the morn' |
Leavin' 'em scummy, tried the ground’s rollin' on |
Take it to the dome, lick 'em up like billy jumpin' passin' baby |
I’m fired up, just got up, so what up, shoot’em up on the 8 flow |
Twenty if yo to the left, 6−8 I’m still fresh |
55 steez I turned express, in the motel, well again |
Problem son a fiend of Henn pump it up at the hang out |
I’m about to begin |
Scummy, mummy, I’m about to get my money |
Who got some on it, on the real I’m on, comes home with me |
Trippin' out with my homies, just chillin' with Tenderonies |
No question, we gots to get 'em on, no if’s, and’s, or what’s about it |
No Diggity, No Doubt it’s a must and plus I’m just Bout It |
Shoutin' Scummy, 1−2-3−4 Rodeo in the door kickin' Conflict |
All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess |
Cause I know ya… |
Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds, wit' a Mack maintain |
Wagon rollin', posse swolen, hustle keep that potent game |
Blowin' thru that wild style punk in the trunk |
Watch all the flict get, get swayed |
Do ya thang, thang, movin' past it, keep drivin' me crazy |
Try to phase me, please understand it |
I was raised on cornbread and yams man |
Sick a, sick a country jams, nut graded pick is what I am |
Gotta deal wit' it or kill it skillie |
Bitch or no chasin', watch 'em fill it |
So steal, you off your square playa, give it up |
Phone your spirit |
You know how your hustle be on, like Perignon |
Can’t wait for the party to come around |
Wanna get buck get up on the babysitter |
Get the trucks for the tight ass and then |
Gitty up (alright), all day (all nite), all across the nation |
When it’s on (take 5), we gone (outside) |
Universal vacation, scummy that is |
What’s it be like, cause I’m never rest to die, pack for real |
Canibus smell up in my gear |
Gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear |
Hear, (what I’m gonna say), what I’m gonna say you just might fear |
Leave 'em in bitch said free this year |
Everyone toss up Dubs a tear, appear |
(to be nice), to be nice, the scummy live |
We Gitty up hollar Flict, laughin' bout song that we did |
(doodle-oooh), Who hoggin'? |
Give me a squeeze |
You know it’s time to get’em on, early as it is |
(Scummy!) Is what the playa’s say |
When they bendin' thru the keg |
Got a head fo' any kinda hay |
And wait can’t Duoble Williams way, hey Randy |
It don’t matter, all them fine and dandy |
Bend this block so I can stop at the barn and chief some from Sandy |
Party over here, it’s time to shower, the place dried up |
Cause I just got paid, comin' thru the door where Johnny may |
In a bar criss cross Allisade, feelin' hip y’all known as gitty up |
And throw my city, from the North to the South to the East to the West |
Get scummy and the dope gon' tear it up |
With the boldest crew bringin' down yo' roof |
Still hollarin' that Flict |
Make another brother ball up in a minute bring it to him |
Steady runnin' thru ya crew, dumpin' up in 'em, in 'em |
And break 'em off right quick |
Any time right now, I’m tweaked to the beat |
Fallin' asleep, up in the party meet, body heat |
Tryin' to move my feet to the beat gitty up wit' a freak |
Still know my P’s and Q’s, if you snooze ya lose |
Wait a minute, what’s up fool? |
Slow down, before there be a Showdown |
No disrespect but you brothas know the rules |
It’s cool, we could get our swerve on |
Strokin' on, the illa of a killa |
For real-a, when my ace go boom |
Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm |
No harm |