Paroles de Aggravated robbery

Project Pat

pochette album Aggravated robbery
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Date de parution : 13/02/2001

Durée : 0:04:29

Style : Hip Hop/Rap



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Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

I'm psychopathic, behind the trigga
I needed loot so, i had to rob ya
The fake steel 'cause ya, a coward to me
I'd rather pop ya, before ya do me

Ya high cappin' friend, flexin' in my hood
I'm out here starvin', you livin' real good
As long as i got a toll i stay paid
You keep sellin' dope, there's cheese to be made

Pull up on the track, niggas start to bellin'
I pulled out my gat, that's my dope y'all sellin'
So check on in boy, break yo self on down
You got 10 dollars, that's more than i have

Could be petish thangs, better than nothang
Even you broke fools, gone get me somethang
Don't get yourself hurt, slaughtered like a hog
I'm out on these streets, crawlin' like a dog

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Open seasame, the safe in the floor
What i told the clerk at the corner store
A mask on my face, for cameras to see
A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me

Ya don't know the code, his eyes i see fear
'cause it's 'bout to get ugly up in here
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass
Right off with his manager in the back

Ballin' off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck
Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now im actin' like, i'm hollerin' at them

Wussup with y'all? what y'all doin' out this late
Shit, just leaving the club, what's the business
Ey, look lemme get yo number
And them rings and that purse

All that motherfucking shit around yo neck
Bitch, let me get this shit hoe
Drop it all, shut up bitch, shut up bitch

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Robbers we hang in hoods where they clean
Jackin' anyone from preacher to fiend
Addicted to this, just like it was crack
You sniff in the street, my tones to your back

I'm out on the lake, while you on a date
Your bitch looking good, you clean so i hate
You takin' your time to wine and to dine
But times on my side, so i'm goin', goin' hide

In bushes your house, pull up we jump out
With mask's and gun, then duct tape your mouth
The girl you was with gave us the info
That you was a head big nigga with doe

A kidnap could turn into a murder
Now where is the stash, 45 will serve ya
We takein' the loot, never thinkin' twice
Either it's the cheese or either your life

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
(now that should be fun)

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