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موضوع: Guantanamo Lyrics الجمعة سبتمبر 26, 2008 3:45 am
Gun shots ringed out over the city And had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters "come in" Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?" Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10 They started tradin in the streets some type of ghetto battles But they aint hoopin in the gym they hoopin crates in the alleys Where else can you shoot a jump shot Slang a rock all from the same spot? Got one gang on this half the other gang on the other half of the same block Gunplay on Monday Sundays a fun day Will it stop one day? I cant call it no way When your gettin started everybody wanna help and get you off But turn around first motherfuckers wanna see you fall
[Chorus] Say now (say now) Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now) Say now (say now) Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now) Say now (na na na na) Can you hoes come out to play now? (na na na na na na na na) Say now (na na na na) Can you hoes come out Na wait a minute na wait a minute na wait a minute na
[Hook: 2x] Feel like I'm runnin for the daylight Tryin ta get my mind right And just before I die will somebody reach out and snatch it from me Say now Can you hoes come out to play now?
[Nelly] (Hear me out) Tryin ta put my city on the map and they mad at me The same city some of them live in and they mad at me When I come down to speak dirty why you mad at me? Is it cause the old school freaked out niggas from A to Z? Eight cd's,tv's, I aim to please They mean the same to me like Biggie to C's Like Easy to E's, Tupac to overseas And I done seen more Lia fans fall cry to their knees I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long And I cant count how many times someone has asked me what's wrong Why my mother was gone Why my dady wasnt home And the same shit they told me I found myself tellin my own Now its good-bye bad nights Hello good times There aint no way Ill let no nigga step in my shine Keep tryin (keep tryin) Theres bound ta be somethin G As long as I'm in STL You in the TIC I'll tell ya
موضوع: Guantanamo Lyrics 
الجمعة سبتمبر 26, 2008 3:45 am
