เนื้อเพลง N.W.A. - NLE Choppa
เนื้อเพลง N.W.A.
Pipe that sh*t up, TNT
Ayy
NLE sh*t
NLE the top shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda (No cap)
Ayy, ayy
I got the stick up in my pants, when I up it, I'ma burn somethin'
He thinkin' I ain't killing, well that n*gga better learn somethin'
And when we sliding, we gon' wet the car, you know we tryna flip somethin'
Thirty piece special out this Glock, you know that we gon' clip somethin'
You n*ggas not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in (Tryna fit in)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d*ck in (No homo)
I'm a n*gga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
And you never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10
Ayy, murder, murder, murder, I'ma turn into an anthem
Don't f*ck with n*ggas like the KKK, but I'm a Panther
These bullets went his way, I bet I turned him to a dancer
A lot of vapor in this gas, b*tch, I'm smoking on a Fanta
And if he try to rob me, make a n*gga do a remix (No cap)
You can't relate to my music, I'm speaking on some G sh*t
Know fishbowl in this coupe, n*gga, yeah, I'm screaming f*ck a tint
If I catch a n*gga that shot my dawg, gon' bust his sh*t
Hundred round drum and I'm looking for a bozo
Stand over his body and shoot him, make him roll over
I'ma leave him dead in the woods, he gon' have a dirt odor
The opps think we done killing, but this sh*t is never over
I make 'em break down, I love the way the Drac' sound
Ain't no waitin' now, we slidin' 'til the sun down
He tried to jump up in that water, now that boy up in a lake now
Closed casket gang, we gon' leave that boy face out
You n*ggas not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d*ck in
I'm a n*gga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
You never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah (Huh?)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Thought I was done on this b*tch
But we gon' bring that sh*t back (Huh?)
We gon' bring that sh*t back, bring that sh*t back (What'd you say?)
Dig what I'm saying?
Rat-a-tat-tat, brrt, brrt, bah, bah, bah
Ooh, there go the police, grab your gun and run
Then I be smiling while I shoot because the murder for fun
And why these n*ggas staring at me? Swear to God I'm not the one
'Cause I'ma blam 'em, slam 'em, throw a temper tantrum
If he owe me some motherf*ckin' money, I hold him ransom
I want all the motherf*ckin' smoke, I'm causing cancer
And if he don't let me in, I'm breaking in like Santa, yeah
Aim it at you, ooh, ooh
What you gonna do? Ooh, ooh (What you gonna do?)
7.62's, ooh, ooh (7.62's)
Wet him like a pool, what you gonna do?
You n*ggas not no hitters, you really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d*ck in
I'm a n*gga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah