文本歌词

That's My N**** - Meek Mill/YG/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)
Lyrics by：Shawn Carter/Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson/Calvin Broadus Jr/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Melvin Bradford/Andre Young/Scott Storch/Eric Gamzoyan
Composed by：Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Ooh ooh
This that Philly-Bompton s**t
Yeah
I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside n***as
Westside westside westside
We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a
Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy
And the feds lookin' pray they don't catch my n***a
I pray they don't catch my n***a
Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a
And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up
I'm 4HUnnid n***a with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo I got forty rounds tho
Cash out Keenon n***a with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my n***as
My n***as
Come through poppin' with all my n***as
My n***as
You should've seen how we looked last winter
Last winter
You should've seen what we ate last dinner
I don't f**k with them Hollywood n***as
I don't f**k with them Hollywood n***as
In the game I'm the keep it right n***a
'Cause all these rap n***as know my n***as wanna get 'em
Basic b***hes came to suck this dick no
Basic b***hes came to f**k the clique oh
They tryna have me on some sucker s**t
But I'ma do it my way n***a f**k the script
Came thru the block with everything that's new
Sippin' that motherf**kin' DS2
I can't f**k with him if he ain't true
They like 'He alright but he ain't you'
We like five milli on aboard the ship
I was the richest n***a on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers going hard in it
Open the gate jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside rolling in some hot s**t
Yoppa in the backseat it look like a mop stick
You ain't gotta ask me n***a you ain't got s**t
You ain't talkin' money I see you done switched the topic
You be only f**kin' with n***as that be on cop s**t
I be only f**kin' with b***hes that get it poppin'
You don't wanna see one my n***as face in a stockin'
Spray up your corner over some nonsense
I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as
Westside westside westside
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a
Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy
And the feds looking pray they don't catch my n***a
I pray they don't catch my n***a
Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a
And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up
Can a real crip get a lil' bit
Dump on a n***a for some silly s**t
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick yeah
Gang bang n***as who he really with
Crip
And we don't talk to no motherf**kin' law
Cooked up caked up slangin' that raw n***a
Roll through the city gun by your side
Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners scanners bananas peeled out
Back to the set no sweat ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get f**ked off
N***a this's Crip on my two times
Don't give a f**k and we'll bust him one time n***a
What y'all thought We criss to cross
You miss your loss we settin' it off
I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as
Westside westside westside
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a
Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy
And the feds looking pray they don't catch my n***a
I pray they don't catch my n***a
Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a
And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up