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Rigged
484
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rigged은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1993년 11월 22일일에 C Note Records에서 발매되었습니다.Dru Down
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앨범Dru Down
발매일1993년 11월 22일
라벨C Note Records
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
Dru Down
Dru Down
실연자
K. Foster
K. Foster
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Dru Down
Dru Down
작곡가
K. Foster
K. Foster
작곡가

가사

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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