CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Respect
The hood was written on the wall
It looked beautiful til the enemy came to cross us out
The big homie snoopy rolled up to the pad
Look it man get the f**k in the car now
He said “don’t you got the heat?”
I told him “O.G. you came to me, what the f**k you think?”
I ain’t into writing on the walls
So if we go to the other side
Boy we better go hard
Better if we go now in the day light
Cause nowadays these lames don’t post at night
We roll up, park the whip, there thеy go
I’m right there, f**king idiots don’t evеn know it
These f**king weenies thinking they Picasso
Writing in my walls gonna get your f**king noodles blown
Take a hit off the cigarette to calm the nerves
Swig a modelo, then I pour a little on the curb
For the dead homies that I lost to the game
I do it all for them, I put that on the gang
My heartbeat increase as I’m walking up
Got ten hollow tips on a nine caliber
But I only need one round
c*ck it back everybody ran when they seen me pull it out
Put the chamber to his head
Had to show this little tagger what’s the true meaning of respect
All my G’s willing to die for it
Oh hell yeah we gon’ slide for it
The homies, the family or the set
One thing we gon’ ride for is respect
You wanna f**k with my family?
Oh yeah you gon’ bust on my homies?
Really wish you would put us to the test
One thing we gon’ teach ya is respect
Facing life in the county jail
I notice this one guy looking at me funny as hell
I walked up, asked him “do you know me?”
He said “ain’t you that one rapper Young Dopey?”
He said his name, it was from a rival hood
Shook my hand so I figured it was all good
After seeing ‘em whispering in peoples ear
They was laughing, looking at me hella weird
Then Lil Trusty came to give me all the drama
This foo telling everyone he boned your baby mama
I knew it wasn’t true, so I started laughing
If she only f**ked with lames looked like daddy yankee
It wasn’t bout a chick but with this chick boy I had a kid
And I can’t have my little son walking around
Say you let mom be disrespected by this clown
So I hit the bottom bunk to sharpen my knife
Better not hear about this sh*t one more time
Sure enough like a hoe he bumpin’ his gums
So I stayed quiet, like I didn’t even know nothin’
So I followed his candy ass to his cell
Before running in boy I said a prayer
Stuck a nine inch bone crusher to his neck
Had to show this little comadre about respect
All my G’s willing to die for it
Oh hell yeah we gon’ slide for it
The homies, the family or the set
One thing we gon’ ride for is respect
You wanna f**k with my family?
Oh yeah you gon’ bust on my homies?
Really wish you would put us to the test
One thing we gon’ teach ya is respect
It looked beautiful til the enemy came to cross us out
The big homie snoopy rolled up to the pad
Look it man get the f**k in the car now
He said “don’t you got the heat?”
I told him “O.G. you came to me, what the f**k you think?”
I ain’t into writing on the walls
So if we go to the other side
Boy we better go hard
Better if we go now in the day light
Cause nowadays these lames don’t post at night
We roll up, park the whip, there thеy go
I’m right there, f**king idiots don’t evеn know it
These f**king weenies thinking they Picasso
Writing in my walls gonna get your f**king noodles blown
Take a hit off the cigarette to calm the nerves
Swig a modelo, then I pour a little on the curb
For the dead homies that I lost to the game
I do it all for them, I put that on the gang
My heartbeat increase as I’m walking up
Got ten hollow tips on a nine caliber
But I only need one round
c*ck it back everybody ran when they seen me pull it out
Put the chamber to his head
Had to show this little tagger what’s the true meaning of respect
All my G’s willing to die for it
Oh hell yeah we gon’ slide for it
The homies, the family or the set
One thing we gon’ ride for is respect
You wanna f**k with my family?
Oh yeah you gon’ bust on my homies?
Really wish you would put us to the test
One thing we gon’ teach ya is respect
Facing life in the county jail
I notice this one guy looking at me funny as hell
I walked up, asked him “do you know me?”
He said “ain’t you that one rapper Young Dopey?”
He said his name, it was from a rival hood
Shook my hand so I figured it was all good
After seeing ‘em whispering in peoples ear
They was laughing, looking at me hella weird
Then Lil Trusty came to give me all the drama
This foo telling everyone he boned your baby mama
I knew it wasn’t true, so I started laughing
If she only f**ked with lames looked like daddy yankee
It wasn’t bout a chick but with this chick boy I had a kid
And I can’t have my little son walking around
Say you let mom be disrespected by this clown
So I hit the bottom bunk to sharpen my knife
Better not hear about this sh*t one more time
Sure enough like a hoe he bumpin’ his gums
So I stayed quiet, like I didn’t even know nothin’
So I followed his candy ass to his cell
Before running in boy I said a prayer
Stuck a nine inch bone crusher to his neck
Had to show this little comadre about respect
All my G’s willing to die for it
Oh hell yeah we gon’ slide for it
The homies, the family or the set
One thing we gon’ ride for is respect
You wanna f**k with my family?
Oh yeah you gon’ bust on my homies?
Really wish you would put us to the test
One thing we gon’ teach ya is respect
