Текст пісні When Drama Came - Fiend, Snoop Dogg

When Drama Came

Yo, Fiend, Magic, check this out\nThis Snoop Dogg\nI got a problem with this nigga down south, ya know what I’m sayin?\nRound yall way\nSo uh, get my back and handle that for me ya know what I’m sayin?\nTRU drama\nIt’s Mr. Womp Womp\nGrenades and pistols in the trunk trunk\nWatch whatcha, whatcha want, cause I can bring the funk funk\nBack with a hump, from pools of this skunk blunt\nTwo things I smoke away, that’s why many murders in one\nWhen I left em like clothes, retaliation was mine\nCause Fiend was keepin his strap on him at all times\nI was designed to carry higher caliburs then nines\nTossin brain cells away, that cut is all in the mind\nNow I’m a bad motherfucker, been through the baddest of tragic\nBehind Snoop and Magic, it could happen right in traffic\nI’m a No Limit battler, the one that’s here to hurt ya And when you know when I came, and drama came, his name was murder\nChorus\nNever caught slippin, keep my heat on the dash\n(When drama came then came murder)\nNever caught slippin, keep my heat on the dash\n(When drama came, drama came, then came murder) x2\nRidin through the backwoods, late night creepin\nLookin for a gimp, stuntin like a pimp\nI stopped by the Waffle House to get some grits and toast\nMan a nigga sure do miss the west coast\nFolks I never had drama that my mama didn’t prepare me for\nBut this one time couldn’t nobody save me loc\nShit got thick, I’m with this bitch, say she down with the clicque\nAnd all I want to do was get my dick licked\nRule number one, keep the heater close by I can’t believe that bitch would set me up, she was so fly\nWhy do bitches set niggas up, huh bro\nWhy niggas don’t give a fuck\nI wear the mud among Fiend and Magic, it’s tragic how it went down\nTRU tank dogs on a mission with the Dogg Pound\nLayin niggas down, fool how that sound\nDown south, hustlin for cash\nNever slippin, keep my heater on the dash\nChorus x2\nWhen drama came I’m movin so fast that you niggas never saw me comin\nI wear a fortyfive Glock up around my waist and all the pussy motherfuckers\nStart runnin\nI’m from the lower nine nigga, see me blast, so don’t let me see a Motherfucker blink\nI don’t want your bank, I don’t want your ride, everybody in this bitch goin\nStank\nI’m on a mission for my niggas who told me that all you niggas had somethin\nTo say\nSo I’m goin blast at you bastards and I’ll be on my way\nSee I’m a rapper but I’m still a thug, it’s in my blood, ain’t nothin change\nIf you niggas test my patience and I will release pain\nWhen drama came, then came murder\nWhen drama came, when drama came, then came murder\nWhen drama came, then came murder\nWhen drama came, when drama came, then came murder\nWhen Magic came, Magic came, then came murder\nWhen Fiend came, Fiend came, then came murder\nWhen Snoop came, Snoop came, then came murder\nWhen they all came, Tank Dogs, then cause murder\nWhen drama came, then came murder\nWhen drama came, when drama came, then came murder