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Disturbing tha Peace - Posted lyrics
ft. Shawnna [Shawnna talking] Posted... aah... mo'fucca... Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca... Posted... haah... mo'fucca... Posted... c'mon... yo... [Verse 1] I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club Tryina see who they can freak in the club A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club You can't breathe in the club It's called... [Chorus] Posted... Post in the back, post in the front Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt Post in the window, blowin' tha indo Post with my kinfolk Post in the cut Post in the back, post in the front Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt Post in the window, blowin' tha indo Post with my kinfolk Post in the cut [Verse 2] Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ?? E'rry nigga finna swore they here We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack With a 50-pack and some 20's Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's Ain't got no time for these bitchez cuz it's over now You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou' Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch That's why I'm.... [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz This fo' ?? All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this It's called... [Repeat Chorus 2X] |
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