CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : In the Ha
Devereaux
For that '22
Come on (Huh)
Come on
Pop it like you're twenty-two (Huh, uh, ooh)
Faygo in my dreads, (Dreads) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!)
17's on the coupe, big seven o deuce (Sin City)
Out in three one three, 7 Mile gettin' loose
All my pages in the zone, C17 troops
For my ones on the hill whippin' packs of the hooch
Racks to the side, (Yuh) back full of knives (Whoa)
Chapter 17, we got seventeen lives (Yeah)
Killer whole tribe, (What) Thuggalo slide (Yeah)
This is for my killers in the motherf**kin' ha
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Set the city on fire, b*t*h boys 'bout to die
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Put that barrel to your eye, motherf**ker, say goodbye
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
Faygo in my dreads, (Dreads) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!) 17's on the coupe, big seven o deuce
Out in five o five, New Mex gettin' loose
Ate breakfast at the ranch, now we on to the loot
We gon' stomp 'til he dead, we gon' shoot 'til he poof
Racks to the side, (Yuh) back full of knives (Whoa)
Chapter 17, we got seventeen lives (Yeah)
Killer whole tribe, (What) Thuggalo slide (Yeah)
This is for my killers in the motherf**kin' ha
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Set the city on fire, b*t*h boys 'bout to die
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Put that barrel to your eye, motherf**ker, say goodbye
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
Faygo in my dreads, (Dread) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!)
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
For that '22
Come on (Huh)
Come on
Pop it like you're twenty-two (Huh, uh, ooh)
Faygo in my dreads, (Dreads) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!)
17's on the coupe, big seven o deuce (Sin City)
Out in three one three, 7 Mile gettin' loose
All my pages in the zone, C17 troops
For my ones on the hill whippin' packs of the hooch
Racks to the side, (Yuh) back full of knives (Whoa)
Chapter 17, we got seventeen lives (Yeah)
Killer whole tribe, (What) Thuggalo slide (Yeah)
This is for my killers in the motherf**kin' ha
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Set the city on fire, b*t*h boys 'bout to die
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Put that barrel to your eye, motherf**ker, say goodbye
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
Faygo in my dreads, (Dreads) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!) 17's on the coupe, big seven o deuce
Out in five o five, New Mex gettin' loose
Ate breakfast at the ranch, now we on to the loot
We gon' stomp 'til he dead, we gon' shoot 'til he poof
Racks to the side, (Yuh) back full of knives (Whoa)
Chapter 17, we got seventeen lives (Yeah)
Killer whole tribe, (What) Thuggalo slide (Yeah)
This is for my killers in the motherf**kin' ha
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Set the city on fire, b*t*h boys 'bout to die
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Put that barrel to your eye, motherf**ker, say goodbye
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
Faygo in my dreads, (Dread) murder in my head (Head)
Duckin' from the feds, real Thuggalo sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t you can tell 'em, when they pull up you can smell 'em
And whenever they in town, "whoop whoop" is what they yellin'
(Whoop, whoop!)
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
Heard that you was talkin' talk that f**kin' sh*t now
We in the ha, in the ha, in that motherf**kin' ha
This is for my killers in that motherf**kin' ha
