Текст, перевод и аккорды “Gimmewhutchagot”
- Kurupt: Yo barshawn Gimmewhutchagot nigga Come and drip into the realm of the x-files Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Get your position correct Get your ammunition correct The tactful tech technician effect(bitch!) I got a quarter-key You wanna to try to stick me for it? Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it Yall supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga Fantasies never formulate So when you get the formula to format Restructure and reshape Relax or we take all We make sure we shake all We shake tame or aim or flame all A bitch tried to play me like nothings really real Like I aint really real and I aint really got skills(bitch!) I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks The juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga Chorus: Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I aint got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This aint about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? Barshawn: Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you Yall think my rhymes is voodoo For the first time comin through Aint been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You dont know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz Im spendin loot That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop See I done paid my dues Dont be fooled by the pretty boy image Cuz youll get blasted up in less than a minute Its barshawn and kurupt, yall gonna feel it Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin Either or, it could happen Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin I bet next time you stay in a childs place This is rome folks talkin, you dont relate If you cant hold the weight, then dont debate Kurupt: pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) Chorus: Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I aint got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This aint about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? Barshawn: You all fiend, daydream for cream Ive seen Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in You wanna end my life, my niggaz aint seein If so happen you did that Where the fuck you expect the rest at? We got that too comin through a quarter to two Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew Mad tight, but thats life I learned the game Same cats that you roll with will split your game See Im in it for the cheese nigga Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) Kurupt: I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs And collar clothes impact and enthrone Gone, zone the dome and then blown I heard raw before I saw raw before Mack millis, mack 11s and four-fours Me and my nigga shawn What you got weight on your shoulders The freons gettin colder Me and my nigga deions hittin corners I got a beam on you chest-high Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right I spreads like bad news Bitches get played like the blues Blowin dicks like whistles Launch like missles Pop like pistols And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos Cuz I refuse to chill like ep I prefer to get high live with the dp You aint raw nigga you more like subtle Fuck you and your rebuttal you laid in a puddle Its a storm, form reform your label form Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm (chorus) Kurupt, young gotti West coast, east coast nigga Raw doggs (chorus) Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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