CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fire in the Booth, Pt. 1
Now it's time to rumble (Woo, woo)
I'm gonna take this lonely road (Yeah)
You ready for this West Coast sh*t? (Let's get it my guy)
Watch this
As I creep slow through your window
7.62, baow, n***a, get low
I pop shells like oysters
Separate your top from your head, leave a hole in your dreads
Dear God, I'm legally blind, I see through the sky
End of a .40, a blink of an eye, you wink, you die
F**k n***as always runnin' their lips
I'm pullin' up with a bundle with d**ks
I mean a bundle with sticks
That come with t**s, attachments switch
That go "click-click" when you c*ck that b*t*h
Yeah, sound good
If you ever have another chance to get your family out the hood
What would you tell 'em?
Would you tell about the time you killed a man? Nope
How would they feel?
Knowing that I sleep with the Heckler & Koch
.9 millimeter shot, clock, ready, get loaded
Keep a stick on my hip, look like I'm holding my leg
Your man, he took a stand with a Bible on his hand
I don't believe in Jesus, I think he's a blind man
Blast me, we keep heats, you clap a**cheeks
And when it's beef, we turn blocks to track meets
And shoot sh*t blindfolded, my rounds invisible
Who told you I couldn't rap without no f**kin' syllables? (Hado— Hadoken)
Without no f**kin'—
If I ever have another chance to get my family out the hood, I would
What would I tell 'em?
Would I tell 'em 'bout the time I killed a man? Nope
How would they feel? (Perfect)
Motherf**ker (F**kin' that)
This is West Coast sh*t, n***a (Come on, my guy)
I ain't done yet
Let's go
Come on
Light this motherf**kin' party up for real
Step up to this could risk your a** gettin' killed
Mob ties, church wanna baptize, f**k 'em
If I won't learn to get them motherf**kers touched, they gettin' burned
I can't feel no pain with blood inside my eyes
Save it for better day, when it cloudy, I let it rain
I'll kill a motherf**ker, if you kill a motherf**ker
Today I'll risk a motherf**kin' life all over my pride
N***as say that we beefin', but you beefin' with a ghost
Catch me loafin' in the open, boy, I'm hopin' you can fight
On all motherf**kin' everything, I'm ready to die tonight, hood
B*t*h, I'm ready to die tonight(He's on fire)
My guy Haiti Babii in the building (West Coast)
West Coast in the house
Throw your dubs up, n***a
They know the motherf**kin' truth
Come through one take, boy, that was smooth (Uh)
I'm gonna take this lonely road (Yeah)
You ready for this West Coast sh*t? (Let's get it my guy)
Watch this
As I creep slow through your window
7.62, baow, n***a, get low
I pop shells like oysters
Separate your top from your head, leave a hole in your dreads
Dear God, I'm legally blind, I see through the sky
End of a .40, a blink of an eye, you wink, you die
F**k n***as always runnin' their lips
I'm pullin' up with a bundle with d**ks
I mean a bundle with sticks
That come with t**s, attachments switch
That go "click-click" when you c*ck that b*t*h
Yeah, sound good
If you ever have another chance to get your family out the hood
What would you tell 'em?
Would you tell about the time you killed a man? Nope
How would they feel?
Knowing that I sleep with the Heckler & Koch
.9 millimeter shot, clock, ready, get loaded
Keep a stick on my hip, look like I'm holding my leg
Your man, he took a stand with a Bible on his hand
I don't believe in Jesus, I think he's a blind man
Blast me, we keep heats, you clap a**cheeks
And when it's beef, we turn blocks to track meets
And shoot sh*t blindfolded, my rounds invisible
Who told you I couldn't rap without no f**kin' syllables? (Hado— Hadoken)
Without no f**kin'—
If I ever have another chance to get my family out the hood, I would
What would I tell 'em?
Would I tell 'em 'bout the time I killed a man? Nope
How would they feel? (Perfect)
Motherf**ker (F**kin' that)
This is West Coast sh*t, n***a (Come on, my guy)
I ain't done yet
Let's go
Come on
Light this motherf**kin' party up for real
Step up to this could risk your a** gettin' killed
Mob ties, church wanna baptize, f**k 'em
If I won't learn to get them motherf**kers touched, they gettin' burned
I can't feel no pain with blood inside my eyes
Save it for better day, when it cloudy, I let it rain
I'll kill a motherf**ker, if you kill a motherf**ker
Today I'll risk a motherf**kin' life all over my pride
N***as say that we beefin', but you beefin' with a ghost
Catch me loafin' in the open, boy, I'm hopin' you can fight
On all motherf**kin' everything, I'm ready to die tonight, hood
B*t*h, I'm ready to die tonight(He's on fire)
My guy Haiti Babii in the building (West Coast)
West Coast in the house
Throw your dubs up, n***a
They know the motherf**kin' truth
Come through one take, boy, that was smooth (Uh)
