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Artiste:
Hollow Point
Titre:
Where That F You From?
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[Mr. Lil One: Talkin] The only thing guaranteed in life Is death [Chorus] All you mothafuckas know Show up lookin like the crow With paint up on your face And a double barrel Think I'm going gat ya Hear me when I ask ya Where the FUCK your from fool And then I fuckin blast ya [x2] [Mr. Lil One] Now 1 for the money 2 for the snitches 3 for my 6's And 4 for my witches Truth get's deleted And you're guaranteed to read it Or see it on the news While some body cries the blues Rainin many tears While I'm drinkin many beers Thinkin how I love That mothafucka ain't here Here the po-pos coming Time for me to dash Grab a hold of my rope Put it a stash Find me an area See you wanna burry ya All of this hysteria Is gettin a little scarier Mothafuckas know Show up looking like the crow With paint up on my face Gettin ready for the chase Catch another case Bring the drama to your place And pay you back a visit Every single year And show you who the fucks Runnin all of this here Mr. Lil One With a mothafuckin M-1 [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One] Homicide carrols unloadin from these barrels "Mr. Rap Devil" still gots the bow and arrows Havok to the maggots Turn the Devil into a faggot And all you mothafuckas Wonder why I love to brag it Consequences fatal Only if you make em A bargin with a plea Give me 50 and I'll take em Add another 16 plus another 6 (666) If then maybe I won't be in the mix Droppin the bombs let's all come along If you wanna get ready to ride Not knowin the way I be rippin and trippin these fools That be talking their lies If you not knowin the way I be doin it You better be knowin it now It's that little mothafucka So how you like me Comin through up in the fog In the smog is how I test you I rescue you in my arms In your palms I see the end Never trust a man A women friend I hope that makes you think Damn the Devil went pink