Текст и слова песни Ruff Ryders – Down Bottom
Drag On:
Ha Ha Ha
Oh Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:)
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the north
(Voices:)
Head South, Head East, Head West
(Drag-on:)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
(Repeat)
Verse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Ha Ha Ha
Oh Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:)
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the north
(Voices:)
Head South, Head East, Head West
(Drag-on:)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
(Repeat)
Verse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
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