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Zero Tolerance
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Zero Tolerance fue lanzado el 4 de marzo de 2003 por Hypnotize Minds como parte del álbum Doubt Me Now
4 de marzo de 2003
Sello discográficoHypnotize Minds
IdiomaEnglish
BPM89
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Letra

I got an offer I couldn't refuse, five Ps of 'dro for two
Delivery could cost a couple of Gs, so I'm super cool
Take a trip to the ATL, holla at my boy Terrel
Though, that's where he want me to meet him, so far situation as well
Hit him up as soon as I get in town, we go rendezvou
Ten fo' the fo' is what I got instead of five for two
Nervous 'bout the fact the popos hotter than an iron skillet
Also in the back, I got my gat, in case; I have to peel it
Watchin' all my mirrors as I make a left on Old Nat
Thankin' to myself he said "Eleven, where this fool at?"
Big amounts of cash in duffle bags, I get a tax invasion
Last thang in my life that I don't need to add's incarceration
Heart is racin' and I'm pacin' back and forth all in the van
Blue lights everywhere, I'm high as hell, you couldn't understand
Palms are sweaty and my eyes are glued, so far into my rearview
I see the dude who got the dope and I think he see me too
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
And it's all good, no one's around, he pulled up right beside me
We got a room at Holiday Inn, so now, he right behind me
It's been awhile since we kicked it, so, it's gon' be a minute
I got a bag full of dough and a fo'-five up in it
'Cause I don't know if this fool got somethin' up his sleeve
He could be tryin' to get me or just fuckin' with me
I got a feelin' operation is gonna go as planned
Without a sight of disturbance to fuck up my demands
Exchange was made and now I got the dope up in my hands
Ten pounds of 'dro for four thousand 'bout to stash in the van
I tell 'em holla and I vamp out back to the M
I put it in drive and then I glance back one time at him
I left the ATL at nine thirty with time to waste
I got a box of cigarillos, began to blaze
I hit the interstate, pop the hood and called Triple A
Six hundred dollars, five hundred miles to the Bay, so fuck them laws
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Fuck them laws!)
It's zero tolerance around here (Man, fuck them laws!)
Written by: Jordan Houston, Patrick Lanshaw, Paul Beauregard
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