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  • Текст песни Project Pat - Nigga Got Popped

    Исполнитель: Project Pat
    Название песни: Nigga Got Popped
    Дата добавления: 27.08.2015 | 07:27:42
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    [Chorus]
    This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
    This nigga got found on the other side of town
    Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
    Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
    This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
    This nigga got found on the other side of town
    Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
    Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

    [Verse 1]
    It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it wit' Gangsta
    Fred, outta North Memphis on another ca-per
    Fresh like the D mayne look like we on ki's
    Eyes like a Chinese, we was on some trees
    P's and our Q's, what us true's, niggaz be's, on
    Really from the hood, know a jackin' can happ-on
    Ain't, no surprise when them pistols get to poppin' off
    Ain't, no surprise when them choppers get to choppin' off
    Could be alive once the drama get to hoppin' off
    Whip ya up like cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off
    Made a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'
    See my nigga Boo, conin', on his hustle flow

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    My nigga said, he got robbed, young skulls, pulled a jack
    Say he had twelve rocks, and was low, on his cash
    Had a case pendin', so that took, all his stash
    Said he might, have to gon', pull, out the gun and mask
    Ask "where I get the tools?" Eyes lookin' kinda shady
    Smelled liquor on his breath, then he upped, a .380
    Tone to my dome, life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
    Grabbed for the gun, right before he let a round off
    Fred dropped the beer, of the nine comin' out the sto'
    Shot him in the side, then the fool let the pistol go
    Leakin' like a faucet he done ran off in the night
    For this nigga's death, I was fiendin' like a hype

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    It's been seven days, we done caught up wit' the punk
    In the very same spot, duct taped him in the trunk
    In a Grand Marquis, stolen, rental car
    Headed 55-South, then we exit on lamar
    Sucker tried to resist, wanna squash it, nigga please
    Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his knees
    I could squeeze, mercy in, but it's, principalities
    Maybe mama can forgive but you did this to me
    Mayne these streets, it can get, real wicked in the south
    Nigga tried to take me out, now my .40's in his mouth
    Blew the back, out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay
    South memphis police found his body very next day
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