CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : High Powered
Yo, yo, what's up?
Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangsta-ass shit, you know what I'm saying?
Some shit I can just kick back and smoke a fat-ass joint to, you know what I'm saying?
Hell yeah, know what I'm talking about?
I like that old gangsta shit
Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there
Woofing all that bullshit talking 'bout they got this and got that
Talking louder than a motherfucker but ain't saying shit
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering
But you ain't saying a motherfucking thing
But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfucking house
And they gon' tell you what's really going on
Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX—definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker
Ready to kick some real shit, know what I'm saying?
And that little shit you hear in the background? That's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit
Come, come, come again
Come, come, come again
Come with the wickedness
(Repeats)
Come, come, come, come
Come, come, get with the wickedness
Seven execution-style murders
I have no remorse cause I'm the fucking murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer? (Explosion)
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
In a book from a crook
You get caught slipping, your ass gots to die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger, happy RBX to cap you
Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round
Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown
Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me running from the Feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered
Yeah
It's Daz that mass-murdering motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side
Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangsta-ass shit, you know what I'm saying?
Some shit I can just kick back and smoke a fat-ass joint to, you know what I'm saying?
Hell yeah, know what I'm talking about?
I like that old gangsta shit
Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there
Woofing all that bullshit talking 'bout they got this and got that
Talking louder than a motherfucker but ain't saying shit
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering
But you ain't saying a motherfucking thing
But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfucking house
And they gon' tell you what's really going on
Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX—definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker
Ready to kick some real shit, know what I'm saying?
And that little shit you hear in the background? That's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit
Come, come, come again
Come, come, come again
Come with the wickedness
(Repeats)
Come, come, come, come
Come, come, get with the wickedness
Seven execution-style murders
I have no remorse cause I'm the fucking murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer? (Explosion)
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
In a book from a crook
You get caught slipping, your ass gots to die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger, happy RBX to cap you
Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round
Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown
Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me running from the Feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered
Yeah
It's Daz that mass-murdering motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side
