LRC歌词
Hook35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi
Verse 1No I don't usually rap about crack and all that
I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, **** that
And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack
But I'mma take you back, way back, before rap
Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped
Before all of my fist fights and nap nap
I grind full time son, VA was the jump off
In somebody's city with mad coke to dump off
Nah, we ain't come to act wild
We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial
Make a couple of big niggas turn fragile
Get some money, shoot a few niggas and then be out
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it
We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it
So every month I was uptown
Tryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the **** down
Chrous
Verse 2I was livin' like a moron, the old E days
The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base
My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face
Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face
I know he want my spot
He know he got to kill me to get it
I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted
Niggas gon' feel me on some shiddit
Cuz they know I'm a nigga that did it
Not just a nigga that spit it
Send you to the bottomless pizzit
Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit
Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it
I'mma stick to the script so niggas can get with it
Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen
Crackhead cookin' up the batch then
Not matchin', same draws with **** stains
Sellin' the same **** somebody sold to Rick James
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi
Verse 1No I don't usually rap about crack and all that
I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, **** that
And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack
But I'mma take you back, way back, before rap
Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped
Before all of my fist fights and nap nap
I grind full time son, VA was the jump off
In somebody's city with mad coke to dump off
Nah, we ain't come to act wild
We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial
Make a couple of big niggas turn fragile
Get some money, shoot a few niggas and then be out
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it
We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it
So every month I was uptown
Tryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the **** down
Chrous
Verse 2I was livin' like a moron, the old E days
The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base
My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face
Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face
I know he want my spot
He know he got to kill me to get it
I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted
Niggas gon' feel me on some shiddit
Cuz they know I'm a nigga that did it
Not just a nigga that spit it
Send you to the bottomless pizzit
Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit
Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it
I'mma stick to the script so niggas can get with it
Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen
Crackhead cookin' up the batch then
Not matchin', same draws with **** stains
Sellin' the same **** somebody sold to Rick James
文本歌词
Hook35 a gram is too much for meThey got it for 29 up the streetSo please, papi, work with meCuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me35 a gram is too much for meThey got it for 29 up the streetSo please, papi, work with meCuz see I don't wanna hurt you papiVerse 1No I don't usually rap about crack and all thatI ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, **** thatAnd I don't usually just rap to jaw jackBut I'mma take you back, way back, before rapBefore I had to fight with a kid got clappedBefore all of my fist fights and nap napI grind full time son, VA was the jump offIn somebody's city with mad coke to dump offNah, we ain't come to act wildWe came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vialMake a couple of big niggas turn fragileGet some money, shoot a few niggas and then be out1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit itWe wanted it so we had to get out and go get itSo every month I was uptownTryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the **** downChrousVerse 2I was livin' like a moron, the old E daysThe game is a oxymoron; we sold free baseMy partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to faceSoon as I turn my back he made the screw faceI know he want my spotHe know he got to kill me to get itI don't care if I'm found guilty or acquittedNiggas gon' feel me on some shidditCuz they know I'm a nigga that did itNot just a nigga that spit itSend you to the bottomless pizzitThen go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visitYo, come here exquisite, um nah forget itI'mma stick to the script so niggas can get with itMartinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchenCrackhead cookin' up the batch thenNot matchin', same draws with **** stainsSellin' the same **** somebody sold to Rick James
