Down Bottom
(专辑: Ryde Or Die Vol. 1 - 1999)
[Swizz Beatz] Mmmm, mmmm. Ha, Ha, Ha Oh, Damn Now bop to this Oh Yeah Ya'll know what this is [Drag-On] Flame on [Swizz Beatz] Juvenile, Drag-on [Drag-On] Flame on [Swizz Beatz] And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah [Drag-On] Me and my niggas done licked shots Even done hit cops Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop Nigga you don't want my paper drop Cause that means I'm empty And your full of it Check what the
bullet did Missiles gonna hit you get you Rip through tissue Should have never rhymed this cause I
miss you I
make plus cash ([Juvenile:] Wha) Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag Got the
chain out So it's bust and grab Nigga fuck that You better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the
vest at Rock like a
girl but you can't trust cash Spit like a
fire but you can't touch black ([Juvenile:] What? What? What?) All you can do is cuss back And read back how you bust gats Nigga we don't need that I
don't care about your feed back ([Juvenile:] Uh) Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag Tell a
motherfucker pull out Bust a
bullet out In ya safe house Nigga where the
keys at Nigga where the
stash at Nigga where the
weed at Nigga pass that 'fore I
pull my trigger Mater fact where the
ass at Cause I
got the
Ruff Ryders And I
aint talkin bout my niggas Nigga we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow And when you fell your nose crack That mean I
broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a
flame thrower like I
told yo' befo' ya know You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that nigga Ruff Ryding Drag-on Ya'll niggas and south siders [Chorus] [Drag-on:] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns [Chant:] Hell yeah we bust our guns [Drag-on:] Do you fuck them 'till they cum [Chant:] Damn right we make them cum [Drag-on:] It's for the
north [Voices:] Head South, Head East, Head West [Drag-on:] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the
best [Repeat] [Juvenile:] In the
late night We be cockin high giving you stage fright Yo' head might explode When I
bust with the
lead pipe And I
say right Juvenile hey tight Stay hype Now page Mike And make sure he got all the
yeah aight I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you useing me Runnin with them petty ass niggas looking like fools to me I'm workin wit some change ha And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha You 'bout waring over ya people I'm the
same ha Look I'ma have some body saying thats the
shame game But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha Playing with the
number one son don't play no games ha Come outside don't see nothing but camoflage and bricks Yo' get some boys straped with (ban) danas tryin knock off yo' shit Ya stanking bitch I
Ruff Ryde your ass then Cashing for money Juve aint gettin nothing Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny [Repeat Chorus 2x] [Drag-on:] When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out When it come to my gun my shells is out You better get the
message cause I
done mailed it out I'ma bang like a
hammer and I'ma nail us out East west the
right this for my niggas up north My guns made in China so you better dust off Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup I
always got chedder I
never ass bet ya' And I
won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better My dough is never low But if Drag is down on his last I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta Make a
nigga feel heat in cold weather Can't stand a
nigga hype Throw me his bitch Bitch come to my shit You betta come get her Be like a
dog with a
bone I
run with her Ya'll make me so tired Ya'll niggas still rapping like ya'll don't know my flows fire Ya'll aint got ya'll boots Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a
gun that aint never shoot When they come you better hope they don't name you Cause like two sticks rubbing I'll flame you Don't try to be me cause I
aint you 'fore I
have your spirits with the
angels My shorty keep a
gun on the
ankles Wana fuck watch out she will bang you Cause I
taught her well Ya'll players better haul to hell But you niggas couldn't borrow a
belt Who evers wit you is gonna jail Is you iggas busting guns or you aint busting none ha You want to fuck'em till they cum ha Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha [Repeat chorus 4x]