CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Get Back
Mama Zachary making beats again
Ayy
This that get back
Motherf**kin' get back
And they know me
b*t*h, I'm Dre, I'm from the WIC
Back up on that bullsh*t
You heard what I said
I been out the way, chasin' cake, I been gettin' bread
n***as out here loafin', still up on that broke sh*t
I can't f**k a b*t*h, if the b*t*h done, let the folks hit
Stupid or dumb sh*t, I'm all the way retarded, ayy
I be on that drunk sh*t, I gotta keep a .40, ayy
F&N, Glock, choppa lookin' like a tire lock
I been goin' out my mind, since '09 I been a problem
I come from that Woodlawn, where we started f**k the opps
3rd district, f**k 12, forever screamin' f**k the cops
Grimey, cutthroat, I can never trust a thot
The sh*t that got my brother hit, get back for my brother [?]
I was traumatized, wonder why, I seen 'Money die
I come from the drive murda drive, with the murderers
Dodging homicides shirt and tie boss sent to the sky
I box co-design, internet got n***as dyin'
Know these pu**y n***as wanna kill me but I can't go
Only speak up on the real me, I gotta let 'em know
6-4, shawty, I reside, b*t*h, I'm from the O'
Used to post up by the store, still maneuver with the poles
Shottas itchin', thirsty for a life, tryna take a soul
Shawty itchin' for a stripe, quick to let it blow
Posted in that trap spot, me and killers servin' snow
Junkies want that crack rock, what you need? What you want?
Drop a ten and get you gone, when he snooze do him wrong
Buddy think it's chicken, I'ma show him what he lookin' for
Chop his head, cut his throat, I be out in chopper city
With a stick and shotta with me, shells gon' hit his top
And watch his body in his partners city
b*t*h, I'm from the 'Raq and in the WIC, yeah, we like Pakistan
Catch that boy then whack his mans, bet that boy won't lack again
They like, "Prince Dre, back again"
I lost 50K up in a month, I made it back again
Clutch a Glizzy, make them people regulate, spin back again
Round my way, they know where it get hectic
I'm still young and reckless
Still be throwin' up sets, O's I'm reppin', body steady checkin'
Closed mouth, if them people come, and they try to question
Ayy, ayy, back up on that dumb sh*t (Ah)
Every Glizzy round got a switch and drum in it (Graah)
Choppa got a titty (Graah) hundred round in it (Graah)
b*t*h, I'm like that clan, f**k n***as, I don't trust in it
f**k n***as
n***as on that dumb sh*t
n***as on that sucka sh*t
n***a on that f**k sh*t
n***a suck a d**k
n***a suck a d**k
I can't even f**k with it
I don't even f**k with it
b*t*h, I'm from the WIIC
And, and I keep a big stick
And I keep a big Glock
Dirty Glock
Thirty shots
Haha
Ayy
This that get back
Motherf**kin' get back
And they know me
b*t*h, I'm Dre, I'm from the WIC
Back up on that bullsh*t
You heard what I said
I been out the way, chasin' cake, I been gettin' bread
n***as out here loafin', still up on that broke sh*t
I can't f**k a b*t*h, if the b*t*h done, let the folks hit
Stupid or dumb sh*t, I'm all the way retarded, ayy
I be on that drunk sh*t, I gotta keep a .40, ayy
F&N, Glock, choppa lookin' like a tire lock
I been goin' out my mind, since '09 I been a problem
I come from that Woodlawn, where we started f**k the opps
3rd district, f**k 12, forever screamin' f**k the cops
Grimey, cutthroat, I can never trust a thot
The sh*t that got my brother hit, get back for my brother [?]
I was traumatized, wonder why, I seen 'Money die
I come from the drive murda drive, with the murderers
Dodging homicides shirt and tie boss sent to the sky
I box co-design, internet got n***as dyin'
Know these pu**y n***as wanna kill me but I can't go
Only speak up on the real me, I gotta let 'em know
6-4, shawty, I reside, b*t*h, I'm from the O'
Used to post up by the store, still maneuver with the poles
Shottas itchin', thirsty for a life, tryna take a soul
Shawty itchin' for a stripe, quick to let it blow
Posted in that trap spot, me and killers servin' snow
Junkies want that crack rock, what you need? What you want?
Drop a ten and get you gone, when he snooze do him wrong
Buddy think it's chicken, I'ma show him what he lookin' for
Chop his head, cut his throat, I be out in chopper city
With a stick and shotta with me, shells gon' hit his top
And watch his body in his partners city
b*t*h, I'm from the 'Raq and in the WIC, yeah, we like Pakistan
Catch that boy then whack his mans, bet that boy won't lack again
They like, "Prince Dre, back again"
I lost 50K up in a month, I made it back again
Clutch a Glizzy, make them people regulate, spin back again
Round my way, they know where it get hectic
I'm still young and reckless
Still be throwin' up sets, O's I'm reppin', body steady checkin'
Closed mouth, if them people come, and they try to question
Ayy, ayy, back up on that dumb sh*t (Ah)
Every Glizzy round got a switch and drum in it (Graah)
Choppa got a titty (Graah) hundred round in it (Graah)
b*t*h, I'm like that clan, f**k n***as, I don't trust in it
f**k n***as
n***as on that dumb sh*t
n***as on that sucka sh*t
n***a on that f**k sh*t
n***a suck a d**k
n***a suck a d**k
I can't even f**k with it
I don't even f**k with it
b*t*h, I'm from the WIIC
And, and I keep a big stick
And I keep a big Glock
Dirty Glock
Thirty shots
Haha
