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Pastor Troy - No More Play in ga - текст песни, видео

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Pastor Troy - No More Play in ga - текст песни, видео

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(phone ringing)
Troy:yea yea yea can I speak to (Master) P ?
Guy on phone:P ain'y here
Troy:Hey yo tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said
Since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up lets go to war.

Chorus:My nigger fuck what you say ain't no more play in G.A.

We Ready (in the background)<8X>

What's up big mouth big talk big game
Teacher pet,taking aim,pump the tech,I'm takin aim,
Plenty range,plenty shot,plenty change,plenty glock,
Pack the heat and Imma keep em' hot
And Imma take my stress right off the top,
Cuz I'm not,nothing like,anyone whats on the mic,
Wish you might,sho' ya right,have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White,
In the night,pack em' tight,call a fight T.K.O.,
We got mo',you ain't know,numero uno,
Keep a O we burnin slow,
We optimo yall swisher sweets,and don't compete I'm too unique,
Sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach,
I made the beat,you beat your meat,yeah punk you touch yourself,
It be Pastor Troy D.S.G.B represent until my death,
And anyone else that want us you can trust it aint no fear,
You can talk that in my ear
But it aint shit till you come down here,
Anyone else that want us you can trust it aint no fear,
You can talk that in my ear but it aint shit till you come down here.


Fake gold,fake soul,sold this,sold that,
Story grew old,old vouges,old lac,
But Im back verse two,and you,know me,
Ain't no,owe me,you die slowly,
Holy Bible,assault rifle,
Thall shall not kill unless they make you feel like they superior,
Naw brah' who you with D.S.G.B my clique,
All the money that we can get,in the mix gone and pick,
I'm like Vick Vapo Rub,pinch a nick up out your dubb,
Who the fuck you think I was,
Enough of the talkin,talkin what's up,
Is we actin up,you best be backin up,
Rember,re-up,red mouth, straighten me,
All these niggers be hatin me,because we keep all the D,
O.P. add a E,
O.P.P. we ain't down,none of my folks don't fuck around,
Quick to spit every round,come on clown,
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