Представляем точный текст композиции "We Dont Fuck Wit Dat" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Click (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «We Dont Fuck Wit Dat» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Click (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Click (The) - "We Dont Fuck Wit Dat"
Lyrics to We Dont Fuck Wit Dat" : [B-Legit] Ya see Im nuttin but a player call me bad news bear And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there And on my second time thru, you know how I do I get some head, and some ends and Im gone by 2 I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6 So when you coming in, bring your womanfriends I got a few dogs posted at my telly D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly And we gone try to tear the fuckin roof of something We was backstage smokin and some hoes was thumpin A bitch got mad cause she didnt get chose Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Your nigga went wild when he first seen that Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat We was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue Fuckin wit this Click crew And the worst things that happens when your out of the state They lock a nigga down and take away his dank It makes me cant thank, I gets nervous and sick Fiendin for a motherfuckin fix [Chorus:] [E-40] Smoke and we will go Puffin on indo So put that back Cause we dont fuck wit that [B-Legit] I left Minnesota cause the spot was tired Hit Louiville and the spot was fire Old school sittin on straight laced kicks Reminding me of 1986 Fools burnin rubber, fuck some switches Niggas from the bay smokin up on bitches B was on the gash, smashin yo Hoes passin out cause there to much smoke Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute I let you hit my weed and its straight up shittin In your draws, Guess jeans and all And then you had no one, give E a call But he called back and wasnt fuckin wit you Cause hoes down South know good voo-doo Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie Period blood mixed in your spaghetti And if I could I would roll a vega From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz You niggas light it for me and Im pass it to Quinn And let it out when you get to chin [Chorus] Im finally hittin Cali after 3 weeks gone Than ran out of boomb and Im glad to be home Now who on my phone, Dante or Bruce I be there in a minute to do what we do See, its a triviant game, cause we gone smoke And blow big dubs from young body and all And I cant give a fuck if youre drunk or smoked Imma give you a 5 we gone light the ... In to the ... told the shit on the street Some of tha homies that be restin in peace The shit wont cease till I see D I know my homie got a fat blunt for me Pine apple juice, malibu rum 1501 get your dickhead done When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck Or maybe kcikback and get my dickhead sucked I wont ask for much, just ass and guts And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut A big fat sack of that dohja So I can get smokin like Im posed to [Chorus] [ We Dont Fuck Wit Dat" Lyrics ]
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