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Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation - текст песни, видео

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Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation - текст песни, видео

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(lynch):

The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty

Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me

Im out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock

Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous

Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,

And I do it to get my dick wet

Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin raped by my mommas partner

So Ive been in pussy since I could start nuttin

Im off that cloraseptic and that robatussin

Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasnt

Had me dumpin out the back of cadillacs on walter

Got a stinky smell to him, cant even hug my momma

Im so sick I cant sleep at night, might swallow my tongue

Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run

Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin

In a funky situation thats how we do it

Chorus:

Situation, baby it seems Im in a situation again

I fuckin realize its a situation of sin

Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin

Why must this shit always involve dying? 

(e-40):

Runnin shit like sosza, big bank hank

Smebbin in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin crank

Callin shots on my gossipper, faulty chip

1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip

Neighborhood watch better watch that ass

Im a paperboy and I collects that cash

One more muthafuckin complaint and your ass aint gon last

On a block where I clock cash so fast

This is a stick up, nigga, dont even try it

If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon die

Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin 10

For what? for killin my best friend

And Ill murder again if Im forced, then I must

After the first time the second time was a rush

What about the third time? the third time felt like sex

What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks

Whatever one works best

Ill make a mess upon shooting flesh, bout 15 holes in his chest

Vandalism, taggin all muthafuckas names on the wall

Scandalism, dyin over all kinds of senseless shit thats small

Auto theft, stealin cars for fun

Snatchin purses cuz Im young and dumb

If you a tourist check yo map, dont make the wrong turn

Might end up in the hood where you gon be learnin

Chorus

(first degree):

Rock it, dont stop it, rock it, dont stop

I got this dirty yemp distributin my womp

But if it was up to her, fool wed be fuckin like beavers

But Im an over achiever around these heaters

I dont need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch

Now she lookin for a nigga like me to feed her and shit

Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick

Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you bout my strokes

But I done been gave that up, aint healthy no more

Cuz a this yappin and feelin, she strapped with the homies

And her weak mind got all of sacramento in a bind

Lizzy ann must die, the situation just aint right

Cuz she got to bumpin her gums like her momma, so I called her

I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter

(twamp dog):

Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back

Talkin bout takin me down to the sac town county jail,

Strapped up cuz I did a jack

Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me

Knowin Im into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin with me

2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick

Shackled down, now Im on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness

Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong,

To get a rider caught

30g bail cost to get me off, fightin on the street, fuckin watched

Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin I can win, thats no lie

Kept on goin on for some months, lookin the judge right in the eyes

Feelin his anger,

Watched fools before me do petty crimes and hes givin em time

Bein a bitch about muggin on me, nigga talkin shit to me, heated like

Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you

So it aint no love for me judgin you, watcha gon do? 

Take it to another court room? 

And thats the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.

You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see

If I did take a deal, its only one year guaranteed

But Im bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks

Tryin to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka

Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge,

Sayin dont work for ya

I wasnt gettin off that easy, my case had a little substance

And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin

Choices need to be made on the 7th

A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way Im fucked

Go to trial where Ill probably lose, or take my ass on the run

Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one Im gettin struck

Cuz doin time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck

Chorus
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