Paroles de Phil Jackson
(Illa on da beat)Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Scott Storch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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I keep calling plays, like I'm Phil Jackson (Plays)
We got Glocks and 'K's, 'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?)
My lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink, 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah)
I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn)
What if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Hunnid shots, he's still clappin'
He think he turnt up, he finally seen me, yeah, we been havin' (Who?)
My squad don't give no fuck, we tear shit up, just like I'm Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin' to them bucks (Run), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh, now reload and I can't see straight off the X, 'cause I just keep rollin' (Yeah, I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I been sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (Yeah), man, fuck Lil Mister (Fuck, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a .40, I would never worry (Nah, nah)
Teacher ask me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' about some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin' Hail Mary's (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin' buried (Boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Barry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Rah, rah)
I keep calling plays, like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and 'K's, 'cause the field crackin' (Huh? Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain, man, my lil' vultures will snatch it ( What? Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink, 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Huh? Huh?), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'? (Damn)
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hunnid shots, he's still clappin' (Rah, rah, rah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?)
My lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink, 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah)
I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn)
What if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Hunnid shots, he's still clappin'
He think he turnt up, he finally seen me, yeah, we been havin' (Who?)
My squad don't give no fuck, we tear shit up, just like I'm Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin' to them bucks (Run), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh, now reload and I can't see straight off the X, 'cause I just keep rollin' (Yeah, I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I been sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (Yeah), man, fuck Lil Mister (Fuck, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a .40, I would never worry (Nah, nah)
Teacher ask me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' about some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin' Hail Mary's (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin' buried (Boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Barry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Rah, rah)
I keep calling plays, like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and 'K's, 'cause the field crackin' (Huh? Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain, man, my lil' vultures will snatch it ( What? Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink, 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Huh? Huh?), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'? (Damn)
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hunnid shots, he's still clappin' (Rah, rah, rah)
