Текстове на песни: Terrance Howard. Whoop That Trick.

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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)

I'ma make these suckas recognize, I aint playing ho
If you violate, off the top, trick you gotta go
I,ve done held in,a lot of shit,
And I'm bout 2 flip
Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin with
D-JAY, that's the name,
And I came to bring the pain
ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon lames
Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga
From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer
Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee
Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me
This only the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay
Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the door
i borrow none, let my nuts hang 2 the floor
So if you want some, this is yo death wish
Betta come correct, because I came 2 break you off trick

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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)

[Verse 2]

You think I wont, beat that trick, whoop that trick,
Got me acting buck and shit
Hoes telling me 2 calm down, but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and that gray goose
couple shots of hen, that just gave me another boost
I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes
shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor sto'
but crunk like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost
I don't think you understand
This one here just might get banned

Settin off a riot like we livin in battle stand
But this the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes
Security be the main ones actin like some hos
But you done fucked up, you betta call the law
I'ma break this MOET bottle cross your fuckin jaw
And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me
Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat

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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)

[Verse 3]

I came 2 bust a nigga's head
Leave him bloody red
Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds
This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jackin got your ass in a buncha shit
This that Memphis drama boy, you know we came to get buck
I thought you came deep, nigga where's you back up?
Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches
That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus
See this is what we mean when we shut down the club
Niggaz started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up
We some shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects
Left the police, cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what's next
Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your
ass beat 4 real
My advice would be 2 chill
M-town niggas sick, get caught without a warning and get your
ass whooped quick bitch

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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)