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(feat. J. Diggs, Sleep Dank, Da' Unda' Dogg) [VERSE 1: Mac Dre] Back in December, or was it November? It's kind of shady, I can vaguely remember I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender That's when a smurf pulled on my shirt Said (Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt) I said, "Hold on, I don't know what you think You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink" He backed the fuck up and did more than you think He had a AP, not a nine, but it's sort of the same So now it's one lonely R-o-m-p I'm all by myself without nobody Slightly noided, sense death, can I avoid it? Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet He looked back, then I pulled out my strap Slapped him it twice but uh, I should've clapped Cause this other goon nigga started wildin I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin Told my niggas to come on the double They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble He said yeah, he know he comin "But damn my nigga, you always into somethin" Letras de canciones[VERSE 2: J. Diggs] Recently, June 4th, released from jail And 'bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell It's that nigga y'all done heard about, young J. Diggs Love to play the game and I play big I see suckers havin money and I gots to have some You in the double R, I gots to have one I'm all up in his backdo' like knock-knock-knock The nigga moved too fast, so I pop-pop-popped Should've stood still, there would be no firing But it's a little late, all I'm hearin is sirens So now I'm in the wind like leaves on trees I'm in the crowd tryin to blend like d's on v's I'm sweatin bullets, I'm an ex-con out on parole What the fuck was I thinkin, I'm out of control I'm at the Romp House and I'm huffin and puffin My niggas lookin at me crazy cause I'm always into somethin [VERSE 3: Sleep Dank] Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs We drinkin Rémy doin heavy drugs Nigga, we stay explosive, it's about a quarter to six Step out the limousine, my wallet's 'bout a quarter inch thick Nigga, we shittin on em, I pop the three-piece, savage So many carats up in my ice I could choke a rabbit Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look We hit that nigga with that murder book Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a Moët glass Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot We keep it gangsta with them choppers out S-l double, I smell trouble, boy, it's nothin Keep your peace, muthafucka, I'm always into somethin [VERSE 4: Da' Unda' Dogg] Let me tell you somethin 'bout a nigga like me Never should've been let out the penitentiary Cause niggas done switched up, I guess they got it mixed up Now I'ma dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga S-in on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga Ain't no love in this thug shit Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch Plus she done gave me the run-down on how this nigga run round Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out Caught his ass scared and out, Bronc style, dead him out Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin Yo nigga always up into somethin From Letras Mania