Rigged – Dru Down & K. Foster: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Dru Down & K. Foster

Rigged

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Rigged wurde am 22. November 1993 von C Note Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtDru Down

Songdetails

Veröffentlichungsdatum22. November 1993

LabelC Note Records

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM84

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dru Down

Performer

K. Foster

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dru Down

Composer

K. Foster

Composer

Songtexte

I was hella drunk one night

Had a gang of dope in the trunk that night

And drivin with one headlight

Saw some hoes by the bus

Then hit a couple of donuts cause I like to have hoes on my nuts

One said 'fasten your seatbelt quickly'

That was a cap so that bitch could get with me

I was drunk and she knew it

When I speeded past police and that muthafucka T. Lewis

I tried to smash but they swooped me

I'm in first place, a high speed chase, I'm leavin em in my hooptie

The bitch mumbled "Let me out" (Hey, let me outta here!)

Took a second look and she was chewin a half a ounce in her mouth

I tried to pause and shit, she hit the fog

I had jumped out quick and got ran over by a sidekick

Task hit they brakes, too late

Ran straight into the sidekick, fucked up the bitch's face

I think the accident killed her

But that's the first time a **** got away drivin a fo'-cylinder

They called for re-inforcement

I had a head-on collision with the police horsemen

Bounced, popped the trunk, got my dope

And my forty ounce, and went for muthafuckin broke

Finally made it to the spot, my **** was hot

He had the clientele because he had the fat rocks

Sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)

Lettin a bitch keep your safe (now that's a rigger)

A fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)

(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)

Servin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)

A gang of **** rollin craps (is a rigger)

Leavin your house without your strap (there's a rigger)

(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)

Kickin it with my **** at the 'Twilight'

Zonin, must be on, this bitch won't let me out her eyesight

Cause she been starin for a long-ass time, gee

She's hella fine, a big behind, nice physique

Thinkin to myself: I gotta get her

Figured this top-notch bitch had a ****

She said he just quit her

Her name was Sharlene and knew shit was she mean

With ass bustin all out her Guess jeans

Seems kinda sprung on that Oak **** (Where's your broad?)

I don't have one cause all these hoes are gold-diggers

So I ain't lookin for a romance

She giggled a little and then she asked me do I wanna slowdance

I started grabbin on that ass, hops

But when I felt on that cock I musta hit the jackpot

Cause a **** came out swingin

Right in the middle of a song that Levert fat-ass was singin

He snuffed the bitch in the mouth

I got bumrushed to the ground when security kicked us out

He had me trapped, I couldn't bounce

Picked up a bottle from the ground and cramped his ass with a forty ounce

**** buff as I park and hit

He was laid out on the ground with a lump in his dreads

My hands are red, I'm paranoid, man

The bitch had came out with some **** to help her ex-boyfriend

My homie [Name] had got the sawed-off

I grabbed the bitch by her throat and damn near chopped her jaw off

I tried to scuffle but the **** straight wrestled me down

On the ground, cause he had bigger muscles

My homie sprayed the shit like a chopper, gee

I screamed out "Help!" cause I had a dead **** on top of me

Popped his homie, then we left the bitch

Buckshots blew his whole muthafuckin chest to bits

Sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)

Lettin a bitch keep your safe (that's a rigger)

A fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)

(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)

Servin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)

A gang of **** rollin craps (that's a rigger)

Leavin your house without your strap (is a rigger)

(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)

So don't slip, ****

Looney Tunes in this muthafucka

(Is we?)

Got to say what's up to my partner C&H

What's up you ballin-ass ****, you?

( *shout outs* )

That **** Dru muthafuckin Down

(Givin that gat to them bitches, youknowmsayin?)

Still the Pimp of the Year, youknowmsayin?

Written by: Dru Down, K. Foster

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