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Текст песни «Driveby Miss Daisy» от ComptonS Most Wanted

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ComptonS Most Wanted - "Driveby Miss Daisy"

Lyrics to Driveby Miss Daisy : Picture a nigga on the warpath, And hell spread terror through the city and leave a trail of blood baths. And to those that know, hes not a phony. But tonight hell get his vengence on the fool who killed his homey. Dont give a fuck, hell take you smooth on out. Cause the hood is where its good is what its about. Geah. Dont wanna squable, through down or even kick him. Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim. Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub. Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud spot where its hot. Yeah boy he knows it. But before he does the killing, hes got to get loaded. Throws up the set, then he bones out quick. Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick. Now hes at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling. He tells his homey, "G lets get ready for the killing." Little did he know Miss Daisys in the kitchen Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking. Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races. Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces. He heres this fucking little voice in his brain. And its saying dont kill, were all in the same gang. He tells it back, that aint the gang Im in. Because the gang Im in is like in it to win. So he killed off the sucker right there he didnt stop. Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop. The explenation for this, he must was crazy. I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy. (And now the driveby).....(Say hello to my little friend.) (You die mutherfucker...) Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy. Drive a 190E, aint got no time for a caddy. He got snaps because he jacked a nigga. But he fucked up smooth and didnt pull the trigger. Now theres a contract for your head on a platter. If theres somebody with you theyll kill them too it dont matter. Now your laying low at your girlfriends crib. And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did. Now you got balls and you pull another jack. Another and another, your pockets on fat. Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail. Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells. So nows hes on a mission, to kill or be killed. Since somebodys got to do it and the shoes are to be filled. So now its 12 oclock, and its time for a jack. Not even thinking it was time for payback. And yeah you spot a fool wholl get the rag pack. Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack. He stops at a light on Elandra and Central. Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, its kinda simple. But you know how it deal, and what the fuck was in store. It was the same punk who you tried to jack before. And he wont give up shit. Point blank hesitation. Innocent Miss Daisy at the mobile gas station. His 9 went click, your 9 went clack. Miss Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back. The explanation for this he must was crazy. I guess thats why he had to driveby Miss Daisy. (And now the driveby).....(Im gonna get you mutherfucker...) (Say hello to my little friend)....(so long..have a good trip.) (You die mutherfucker...) [ Driveby Miss Daisy Lyrics ]

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