Lirik Lagu C'mon C'mon - Drag On
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(Verse 1)
(uh yeah yeah yeah c'mon c'mon)When ya'll niggaz run on my blockYou gonna get itAnd that bitch you trying to popI done hit itYou still trying to find my styleYou gonna get lostAnd those that think they could touchGonna get torchedMake a flow to my gunThat'll go offI'll do a hundred in the windOn the turnpikeAll you hear is wind wind windThat's a dirt bikeAnd you can put them up and shut em upCuz when we get it up we hit em upHoes ain't good enoughMy fires gonna make dustNow who the one doing the talking?Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffinAnd you can call that fifty-fiftyBreak it down to the nitty grittyNow what you see is whatcha gonna getThat's 5'8, dead weight, tone straight, your faceNow let me see you get awayBob and weave backSince when a nigga breathe through his back?Now when it come to my shitBetter leave that
C'mon C'mon
Hook: Your hoe don't wanna be mine?Better save your daughterYour coke compared to mine?Is baking sodaYa'll niggaz wanna war?Better send your soldiersMy life is on the lineFor the new world order!
(Repeat once)
(Verse 2)Soon I'ma flow overLike (what) like waterWhen niggaz be drowningYa'll look smallerI don't give a fuck what they might call yaIt could Mo or CristalI'll pour yaI be dealing with the hype shitI keep a tight clipBut only thing my bullet might slipGrowing up in these here streetsIs grittyYou don't do a lot of talkingIn the cityIt's pat pat patNo pityThen woo woo woo wooThose sirensWhen Drag dash onIs hidingCause we don't do a lot of runningI keep firingAnd as long as they payinA few is dyingI don't care if it's plastic or ironCause the money in my pocketI'll fold yaAnd if your niggaz ain't tell youThey shoulda told ya
C'mon C'mon
Hook: Repeat twice
When my niggaz swing the sword offGet your shit blown offCause if ya'll niggaz looking for a fist fightShit you gonna die tonightCause when we swing them thingsYou gonna see the lightI don't care if its heaven or hellThey both brightYa'll niggaz got beef with Drag-On?C'mon,C'mon,C'mon,C'mon, C'monYa'll niggaz is getting to closeBack up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back upYa'll niggaz gonna make my gun goBlaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,BlakaRuff Ryders gonna make sure you don't come backThe only nigga that's allowed to come backIs a nigga that smoke the crackWhen it comes to our g-stacksWe want thatNow let me see you count thatWe don't want no ones backThem ten's and twenty'sIs all but a simple moneyAnd I'ma burn like I'm on hot sandWith my shoes offMake sure nobody make a moveTil the cruise is offAnd in this game i winAnd you lostAnd the only way you gonna catch meIs on the cover on of the new Source
C'mon C'mon
Hook: repeat four times till end
(uh yeah yeah yeah c'mon c'mon)When ya'll niggaz run on my blockYou gonna get itAnd that bitch you trying to popI done hit itYou still trying to find my styleYou gonna get lostAnd those that think they could touchGonna get torchedMake a flow to my gunThat'll go offI'll do a hundred in the windOn the turnpikeAll you hear is wind wind windThat's a dirt bikeAnd you can put them up and shut em upCuz when we get it up we hit em upHoes ain't good enoughMy fires gonna make dustNow who the one doing the talking?Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffinAnd you can call that fifty-fiftyBreak it down to the nitty grittyNow what you see is whatcha gonna getThat's 5'8, dead weight, tone straight, your faceNow let me see you get awayBob and weave backSince when a nigga breathe through his back?Now when it come to my shitBetter leave that
C'mon C'mon
Hook: Your hoe don't wanna be mine?Better save your daughterYour coke compared to mine?Is baking sodaYa'll niggaz wanna war?Better send your soldiersMy life is on the lineFor the new world order!
(Repeat once)
(Verse 2)Soon I'ma flow overLike (what) like waterWhen niggaz be drowningYa'll look smallerI don't give a fuck what they might call yaIt could Mo or CristalI'll pour yaI be dealing with the hype shitI keep a tight clipBut only thing my bullet might slipGrowing up in these here streetsIs grittyYou don't do a lot of talkingIn the cityIt's pat pat patNo pityThen woo woo woo wooThose sirensWhen Drag dash onIs hidingCause we don't do a lot of runningI keep firingAnd as long as they payinA few is dyingI don't care if it's plastic or ironCause the money in my pocketI'll fold yaAnd if your niggaz ain't tell youThey shoulda told ya
C'mon C'mon
Hook: Repeat twice
When my niggaz swing the sword offGet your shit blown offCause if ya'll niggaz looking for a fist fightShit you gonna die tonightCause when we swing them thingsYou gonna see the lightI don't care if its heaven or hellThey both brightYa'll niggaz got beef with Drag-On?C'mon,C'mon,C'mon,C'mon, C'monYa'll niggaz is getting to closeBack up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back upYa'll niggaz gonna make my gun goBlaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,BlakaRuff Ryders gonna make sure you don't come backThe only nigga that's allowed to come backIs a nigga that smoke the crackWhen it comes to our g-stacksWe want thatNow let me see you count thatWe don't want no ones backThem ten's and twenty'sIs all but a simple moneyAnd I'ma burn like I'm on hot sandWith my shoes offMake sure nobody make a moveTil the cruise is offAnd in this game i winAnd you lostAnd the only way you gonna catch meIs on the cover on of the new Source
C'mon C'mon
Hook: repeat four times till end
