Yung Joc Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 00:53

Cut Throat

Deep Voice: Hustlenomics
The Game: eh joc
Yung Joc: wud up nigga?
The Game: a nigga quick produced this shit?
Yung Joc: Hell yeah
The Game: shit crazy homie

My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

The Game:
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton mutha****a, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these
All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
I was 16 then, little nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
Nah, **** you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' **** you bitch
On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc

My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

Yung Joc:
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
**** em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I **** with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova

My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

Jim Jones:
(Jones! Jackal)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin')
till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)

My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

Outro:
Block: y'all know who I be?
The Game: haha who you be nigga?
Block: Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut
throat niggas, mutha****a we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga,
thuggin piece of my nigga, free my mutha****in dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm
leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the mutha****in chevy nigga, ya we up to no
good, cut throat baby...

Yung Joc

08.11.08, 00:53	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Cut Throat Cut Throat Deep Voice: Hustlenomics The Game: eh joc Yung Joc: wud up nigga? The Game: a nigga quick produced this shit? Yung Joc: Hell yeah The Game: shit crazy homie My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe The Game: I'm coming straight for your neck dawg, Razor blade hecklered and cocked, In California niggas back on the block, I'm from Compton mutha**a, the city of Gs We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat Original bad boys man even Puff know We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses I was 16 then, little nigga inspired Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha) Nah, you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' you bitch On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb hot And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Yung Joc: Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it Hey, nigga you don't want no static Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids, em in the ass and throw um over the bridge When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!) Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs, I with real Gs, like the Diplomats When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Jim Jones: (Jones! Jackal) Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin) Another one to block (its good) You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit) And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah) Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim) I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh) Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish) Either or, there was no inbetween, (no) It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money) 20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper) Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly) Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?) The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what) In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin') till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride) Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow) He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Outro: Block: y'all know who I be? The Game: haha who you be nigga? Block: Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, muthaa we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthain dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the mutha**in chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby... Yung Joc