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MGD - Me and My Nigga lyrics
f/ Thug Dogg * send corrections to the typist [Verse 1: MGD] Now just because I drops my shit slow and then sink with the beat These niggas think I'm coming incomplete But when I put that shit in Flipmode, they start running from the squad You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard I got that rabbit in a hat trick That make 'em step back shit That game to make your girl turn into a track bitch Plus, I can run it like a freaky do And get nasty with just like a freaky hoe And put every motherfucker on the flo' And have them go like he a nigga what I'm a make y'all bounce with it Hit the green, then blow on an ounce with it Hit the flo, with the folks on Georgia Bows, nigga while y'all bounce with it No doubt, I just wanna turn it out Keep bringin that shit from the dirty south You don't know me boy, better watch your mouth I'm MGD, hell you talkin 'bout Nigga please, you better freeze, hit your knees Cause you don't want damn near none of these I know about, then on a lot of ki's With more rhyme than smokes on a hundred D's Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together When we come to a hole we gone hit together We gone talk that same bullshit together Then jump down on the same hill together, nigga what [Chorus 4x] Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together When we come to a hole we gone hit together We gone talk that same bullshit together Then jump down on the same hill together [Verse 1: Thug Dogg] My nigga Mike called me and told me what was going on Y'all actin like some hoes with the beatin, fucking sin hoes C'mon and get it while I wanna give it to you Before I hit the block with the ?? sendin the hundred tips to you I knew y'all niggas was cowards Ain't got no heart till you gets the power But cocaine won't stop you bitches from feeling pain Say my name, Thug Dogg Don't you feel a little bit sober Make you wanna stop pickin up busta's Nigga wanna get on ya hustle Y'all know nothing about stars (waking up) Boy get your front niggas (breaking up) In halves, in the streets (shaking up) Y'all bitch niggas just ain't take enough Y'all makin us wanna ride on this mari- now slide over Find out where the lab you stayin, with the fucking straps on you I'm in it by myself, don't need no help, now dig on we'll be there Heard you got them ki's ??? now you got tied to the chair Where they at? Where they at? Over there? Over there? Okay we outta here I've been waiting on the motherfucking lick like this right here for a couple of years [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2: MGD] Let's get on a fifth of page Comin bigger than the hips on a glove range Hittin harder than a motherfucking twelve gauge Now they want some of that dirty sawed off But fuck y'all niggas ain't had enough By yourself, y'all look ready to bust Now whatcha did we ain't trip, nothing to discuss Which one of y'all hoes wanna fuck with us But you a soulsin nigga, opposin nigga When the time due on the murder, on the hold nigga Come straight out the junk on the boating nigga Ain't damn y'all hoes holdin what [Verse 2: Thug Dogg] I either be fucked with, fucked up, or even fucked around with If you lookin for a steady go at it ass whupping, you found it All that mean reppin, all that fake thuggin, that don't mean shit Nigga see me bust your ass, my nigga, you ain't seen shit And y'all be running around this motherfucker talkin bout y'all wrong and y'all right Flexing all that bling bling, knowing y'all ain't got it Fuck that dark shit, you can come with, that's all we waiting for So when you see my dog, nigga you know it's the best hoe [Verse 3: MGD] Whoa now, Godby Road, Simpson Road, Adamville If you ain't from where I'm from, then you don't know how I feel [Chorus repeat till fade] |
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