- Wollion Undisputed 歌詞
- Wollion
- Huh?
Yeah (yeah) yea - Yeah (yeah) yea
Yeah (yeah) yea - Yeah (yeah) yea
Yeah.. yo (yo) yo (yo)
Uh-huh (Who?)
CMB (Who?) Who else? (Who?)
The undisputed CMB (Who hold the title?)
We hold the title, you know why?
(Aight, yes) Look..
(Lil Wayne)
There aint a cat out green that could deal with Weez
Homie quick like coupes, AH! Feel the breeze
And Im Holly Groves heart, the hood made me trill
The hottest Hot Boy baby, time reveal
And Im mommas oldest boy, papas first seed
But poppas not real, he dont bleed what I bleed
Im nineteen strong, a kid with a kid
And aint too many people outdid what I did
I rock bricks down, I rock ery town
I puff the best dro, pound for pound
Now say Round, the boy tough not bluff
Yeezy Weezy, young money Squad up
Whoever dont like it mount up
Then down ya go, I been a champ like the dude Monroe
Not in ten years, they still wouldnta planned it
For every one to fall and I still be standin
Undisputed
(Hook) - 2X
We cant lose!
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haterz tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed!
(Baby)
Im the ice man whodie, its nothin to ex ya out
Put the G on the head, aint got to say it out the mouth
With the beanie with the bluejean jacket, metal packin
Walkin up that walk and Im bout that jackin
I do this for the penitentiary, holla!
Ill stunt for yall while Im spendin these dollars!
I lock cells like four corner blocks
Im the bird man, I never chipped off the top
Im switch-handed , when Im swingin Im landin
I thug on the street and I thug red-banded
Wipe you off the land, its a concrete jungle
A tip fulla gangstaz, O.Z.s, and bundoes
The tip drops for the clowns I put under
You know, I been livin like this for ten summers
Im the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game
3rd Ward survivor, aint a damn thang changed!
(Hook) - 2X
(talking)
Say hold up, check this out
We bout to cut the lights off right?
Send me some meddum and a joe
And while ya at it, send that week down here wit it
(Lac)
Whodie I done sent for ya, so its best ya come
Im Lac Saladin, the dog of the pris-on
Im the next best thing to the warden
Plus Im chargin, two bits on accordin
I send words to an old blister, with no pistol
The B.G.F. still sho getcha
I walk with my pants saggin
Im a H.B.G. for life, now whats happenin?
(Mannie Fresh)
Please whatchu talkin, Im a dead man walkin
If we was on the streets then the .44 would be barkin
Keep the shank on the left side and the titch right here
Im the greasy outta B.C. thats runnin the tip
With the Black Gorillas, petty hustlers and esays
Jeffery Dimer, Son of Sam, Arrogant Nation and OJay
Now how you gon stop them, throw away the key and lock them
Tell the D.A. its them against me, cockin
(Hook) - 2X
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