Tekstovi: T PAIN. Ghetto Commandments.
[Intro - T-Pain]
Woo
Yeah, yeah, aye
Woo
Forgive me Father
Dear Heavenly Father
Ah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah
Trap (Aye), trap, trap, trap
Aye (Aye) [x4]
[Chorus - T-Pain]
Follow my ghetto commandments
You going to really see the way that I handle
You going to be the fuck around
Or you going to get fucked up
It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time
Follow my, ghetto commandments
Follow my, ghetto commandments
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
The run around, the rap around
You talk, then you walk, me I'm shutting down
See me and the pigs, we don't fuck around
That snitching in the hood, let me break that down
They do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blued up, Cripping with my family
And we don't give a fuck about the
PO's, the CO's, because we know
That we goes
Then do time in parole
Now I'm back up on the block at night shift
Stack on a Glock, I'm cocking it
Back in the block and you know I'm copping it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrating the ghetto by popping it
So no champagne or Crystol
Machine guns or pistols
Blat, hood shit
Like that? Game over
See in my hood we Crip, or dip
So follow me, follow me, follow me
On some gangster shit, you bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]
They say thou shall not talk
Thou shall not speak
Thou shall bow in the presence of a G
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all puffy so
Thou shall not see
Thou shall not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I'll paint thou or thou shall repeat
Thou shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said don't talk
Shoot you in your ass, head, and feet
Now how you going to walk?
I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, I leave the fisherman red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollering out "Soo woo!"
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that Froot Loop
iPod blasting 2Pac, yeah hit them up
Chow down, spit them up
Black bag, get them up
Call the chef tonight, we having sinners for dinner
Ain't no wallets in the hood, so I ain't talking about Twitter
And I say
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - T-Pain
Nigga first of all
I'm the first and last
You just the first to fall
I'm just the first to blast
You want to curse us all?
Then I'ma have to curse your ass
And leave you in the park
Underneath a bunch of dirt and grass
I'm the only me
But I'm the first to bust
And you the first victim
Quenching my thirst for blood
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work for us
I'll turn you hook to ashes
And turn your burst to dust
Tell me the difference between love and lust
Because I love the love
But I'm in love with lust
Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to cut
And when them devils come up leave the crack in the crack of her butt
Make her lay down in the back of a back of a truck
And when she come up like a squirrel
She just asking for nuts
24's on my Caddy I'm just asked for putt
So when you come up in my trap, you're just asking for us
[Chorus]
Woo
Yeah, yeah, aye
Woo
Forgive me Father
Dear Heavenly Father
Ah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah
Trap (Aye), trap, trap, trap
Aye (Aye) [x4]
[Chorus - T-Pain]
Follow my ghetto commandments
You going to really see the way that I handle
You going to be the fuck around
Or you going to get fucked up
It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time
Follow my, ghetto commandments
Follow my, ghetto commandments
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
The run around, the rap around
You talk, then you walk, me I'm shutting down
See me and the pigs, we don't fuck around
That snitching in the hood, let me break that down
They do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blued up, Cripping with my family
And we don't give a fuck about the
PO's, the CO's, because we know
That we goes
Then do time in parole
Now I'm back up on the block at night shift
Stack on a Glock, I'm cocking it
Back in the block and you know I'm copping it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrating the ghetto by popping it
So no champagne or Crystol
Machine guns or pistols
Blat, hood shit
Like that? Game over
See in my hood we Crip, or dip
So follow me, follow me, follow me
On some gangster shit, you bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]
They say thou shall not talk
Thou shall not speak
Thou shall bow in the presence of a G
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all puffy so
Thou shall not see
Thou shall not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I'll paint thou or thou shall repeat
Thou shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said don't talk
Shoot you in your ass, head, and feet
Now how you going to walk?
I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, I leave the fisherman red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollering out "Soo woo!"
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that Froot Loop
iPod blasting 2Pac, yeah hit them up
Chow down, spit them up
Black bag, get them up
Call the chef tonight, we having sinners for dinner
Ain't no wallets in the hood, so I ain't talking about Twitter
And I say
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - T-Pain
Nigga first of all
I'm the first and last
You just the first to fall
I'm just the first to blast
You want to curse us all?
Then I'ma have to curse your ass
And leave you in the park
Underneath a bunch of dirt and grass
I'm the only me
But I'm the first to bust
And you the first victim
Quenching my thirst for blood
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work for us
I'll turn you hook to ashes
And turn your burst to dust
Tell me the difference between love and lust
Because I love the love
But I'm in love with lust
Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to cut
And when them devils come up leave the crack in the crack of her butt
Make her lay down in the back of a back of a truck
And when she come up like a squirrel
She just asking for nuts
24's on my Caddy I'm just asked for putt
So when you come up in my trap, you're just asking for us
[Chorus]
T PAIN
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