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• Artiste: Hurricane Chris
• Titre: Here We Go
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Featuring Z-Ro (Intro) Never back down (never back down) Never back down to a man or a creature (that’s right!) (Wrote the van drose, king of the ghetto) I said I will never back down to a man or a creature (Fuck you and the nigga you love the most, nigga) Rapping like mafia, let’s go! (Verse) Who you ever been from around here Home boy, I kick the syphilitic top to make noise Better know we going hard! Don’t come at me half steppin cause I’m ready My 4-4 with me, nothing but spaghetti Nigga talking like he want it, but he don’t And I know, he a hoe, we could take it toe to toe Blow that blow! Had your people front row Now I ain’t that cold unless it’s snowing Man, I’m straight honest, see the pro But if that’s how the game go I put these niggas in they place, They ain’t nothing less, they ain’t nothing more This some shit you can rap to But if you’re real and you know I told my dad that I was gonna be a gangster when I was 4 Standing in my grumble yard trying to call my uncle Spokes Now I’m bowling and I ain’t never coming back Bro, remember when we used to sneak freaks through the back door and be quiet Now we tell them, hit the flow and get live If you don’t know how to drive, Pay attention to the sign Plus on the passenger’s side hella fine yella phone With some brown eyes, want me to go deep inside Realize, still drive like what the hell is a chauffeur But at that party in the Maybach, my feet kicked up on you jockers I’m on my way back from Spain, so let’s just say that I’m not loco A young CEO, I’m a mother fucking mole You, you, you I got some microwave well bitch I’m hot like a toaster Never seen money? Come and let me show you! Let me show you (Hook) Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Oh, mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel) (Verse) Look, who else wanna do that, Like when the opponent niggas that busted make a crowd move back figure this here’s original clique and I’ll woop a bitch nigga till my knuckles is blue black Your pants too goddamn tight to fight, I need my bitches to stag homie Can’t move in that set, nigga said you can’t get his dick out your ass, homie Ya fellows be low since droppin, me I’m comin out with my holster poppin I can’t relax I brought a whole ass and a half-ass nigga I’m supposed to drop it I don’t fuck with rap niggas Rap niggas be touching on rap niggas Better stack free better than let anyone serial boat size whole in the head of a rap nigga They speak when they’re told to Fuck, it’s up when they told to Whatever their boss may tell them to do That’s just what they gonna do I had a book and I respect you, and you don’t even own you Niggas, try this shit with me, smithereens is what they get blown to Ya niggas can’t kill me, homie But even if yall kill me, homie Yes he did, keep on spinning, I’mma keep on winning, the whole world gon feel me, homie Man, God ain’t never met a man I’mma run away from Either one at a time, or all in a line, I promise I’m ready whenever they come home (Hook) Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Oh, mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel) (Verse) I’m back in this bitch, I’ll break your back if you flinch I make so much money cause I drop nothing but classical hits Yeah, I’ll be jamming, matter fact, ain’t no rapper ratchet as Chris But you think you could hold a match anywhere close to me then we need to handle this shit Got beef and they coming out from under my shirt with the burn of the clapping, now let it speak In a whole nother zone, when I grab microphones don’t nobody never know what they gonna get Then a nigga so cold, put him on a song, with a nigga trying to rub a hole in your shit Got the top off of the coupe, well this other day mane I’ll be rolling the beat Everything coming out of my mouth is fire, just listen to Chris This ain’t that swag, swag, swag, this that make me bust your ass shit Rapping ass niggas acting like they’re on some fag shit Game over, I got them on my body bag list I heard you was bad, but words mean pass tense No key in the Jag, counting cash with my head band Come from off the back seat with mack and make yo back flip Conformation man down, made him do a backflip (Hook) Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Oh, mother fuckers don’t know how we feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how we feel)