Benzino - Throw Them 3's (bouston Ni****) - Sözleri

[Benzino]



Benzino, unhh!



Throw 'em up



Up here in the 6-1-7 



Ray Benzino



Yo, killa tactics







[K.T.]



Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division



I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison



Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa



Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44



Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ



Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm



Think something sweet with me, try me



And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy



Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk



I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk



When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit



I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast







[Prince]



These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks



Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups



Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up



Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor



I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor



Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later



I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper



Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes



Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow



Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow



I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go



Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star







[Smoke]



Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?



I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop



Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars



My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon 



I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm



With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit



Or put that nigga Jake up out of business



You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid



Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'



To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma 



I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle



Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways



Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem







[Chorus: Benzino]



My Boston niggaz wanna ride



Mattapan niggaz gonna ride



Roxbury niggaz wanna ride



Do you wanna ride?



Tell me, do you wanna ride?



South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)



Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)



JP niggaz gonna ride



Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)



Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)







[Luv]



The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me



I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey



My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar



Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car



My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us



Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous



We rock the club all out, rock the bra 



Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove



I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty



My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me



Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt



Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck







[Weirdo]



I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga



Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller



We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?



We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder



Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness



Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket



Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans



All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean



Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it



38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit



My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons



Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin







[O.T.]



It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist



With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday



Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace



Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist



I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green



Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene



I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean



Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)



Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted



On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it



A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish 



Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it







[Chorus 4x]












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