Главная
Видео клипы
Новости проекта
Личный кабинет
Тексты песен
Русские тексты песен
Анг тексты песен
Добавить текст
Табулатуры
Русские табы
Английские табы
Популярные
Наши проекты
Сервер электронной музыки
Форум
форумы



  Приходят
Нет содержания для этого блока!
  Тизеры
  Партнеры
Нет содержания для этого блока!
ТемыАвторОт.Пр.Последний
Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes
Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes » M » Mike Jones
Laws Patrolling - текст песни



Laws Patrolling


Who?! Mike Jones





Shyeah!


Keep ya eyes open


For them jackers, baby


It's going down








Even though the laws patrolling


Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it


Cause I ain't about to go down








They see me doing my shiit, that's why they in my miix


Jackers plotting along watching like I'm moving bricks


But I ain't move nothing, I'm on my grind hustling


Come at me wrong and my chrome gon' give you a concussion


I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs


But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best


With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest


I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect


Myself, because they ain't finna get me


I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy


Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones


Who! Mike Jones














The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me


24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie


And I don't give a damn if they rollin', cause my top gets folden


The AK I'm holding (Lil' Bran: Cause I ain't about to go down)


Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy


You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know


I'm on a mission to get paid


Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed


And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt


In the heat of the moment, let's see if that heat gon buck first


And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat


And if I do get jacked, you better believe I'm coming back in all black


CJ!














I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin"


See them jackers watching like I aint payin' attention


But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly


Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly


Cause I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us


No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gon' be my back up


Act up: If you wanna and I swear you'll be a goner


I put it all on my mama, you niggaz don't want no drama


It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holding that steel


When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill


I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the scrill


I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels



Die Texte der Lieder. Тексты песен - На сайте свыше 500 текстов песен.

Дополнительно по данной категории

22.04.2009 - What Ya Know About - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Perfect Team Pt. 3 - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Pac Man Freestyle - текст песни
22.04.2009 - My 64 - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Mr. Jones - текст песни
Нет комментариев. Почему бы Вам не оставить свой?
Вы не можете отправить комментарий анонимно, пожалуйста войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.
Rambler's Top100
  Контакты
ICQ: 555444639

Тексты песен