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90 Days
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90 Days è stato pubblicato il 16 luglio 2002 da LOUD/Columbia come parte dell'album Layin' Da Smack Down (Explicit Version)
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Data di uscita16 luglio 2002
EtichettaLOUD/Columbia
LinguaEnglish
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BPM71

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[Verse 1]
It was a hot summer's night, I was kickin' it with Gangsta
Fred out at Hyde Park, rollin', chasin' paper
Know we keep the best of green, so you know I'm smokin'
Lotta **** out here clean, so you know I'm scopin'
I ain't with that scuffin' shit or with bein' broken
Waitin' for a sucka to slip, yeah, that's what I was hopin'
Spotted me a ****, candy paint, a hunnid spokin'
Sippin' on his liquor with that blow face on that cokin'
Bullets, they will burn just like lava that is molten
You victims'll learn, to resist'll get you croakin'
Always kept a thang and bandana, never knowin'
When I'd have to get my mane, pull 'em out and poke 'em
All up in yo grill, ya drops it off, 'cause I have spoken
I know that you're sick, but let's not get ya momma mopin'
Snatched him out the car, hit the gas, dawg, it's hissin'
He done came on down, but out his head, a patch was missin'
[Verse 2]
90 days at the Penna farm (That ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (That ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (That ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (That ain't shit)
90 days at the Penna farm (That ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (That ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (That ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (That ain't shit)
[Verse 3]
Left the car on bricks behind Cypress Garden projects
East Memphis, where we make the stang, and that's too far, bet
****, hit up Fred for some rims, he said, Whatcha like?
Sold 'em to our ****, Bigga Mayne, out at Mitchell Heights
Made the quick exchange, then we went and bought a pound-pound
Straight to Gangsta house with no remorse, we broke it down-down
Twenty dollar bags all in north Memphis, servin' 'em up
Ridin' with these bogus tags, mane, we ain't givin' a fuck
Map core on Chelsea Ave, seen that sucka that we got
We done sold a bag to his patna, now he lookin' hot
Raisin' up a pistol, dawg, the **** started blastin'
I returned the favor, you know me, no questions askin'
Donuts in the lot, the **** pulled off, we got blocked in
I hopped out the car, seen the police, then through the Glock in
To garbage can, they didn't see me, but they caught a ****
With them three bags, Gangsta Fred with his steel trigga
[Verse 4]
90 days at the Penna farm (That ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (That ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (That ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (That ain't shit)
90 days at the Penna farm (That ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (That ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (That ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (That ain't shit)
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Patrick Houston
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