Текст, перевод и аккорды “Let Me In”
- feat. 50 Cent [Intro - 50 Cent] Yeah, It's 50 Cent, Young Buck G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! [Bridge - 50 Cent] We get the club jumpin from beginnin to the end Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win [Verse 1 - Young Buck] I feel attention when I walk in the club G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I don't need security, this for {???} I came to ball wit y'all, buy up the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, and niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might never come home again nigga, aight Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma just had a dream of seein me in prison My daddy's a dope feind, and I don't really miss him Ain't seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin The same old two step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I'm gonna get 'em, raaaaa! [Chorus - Young Buck] I know you gon' let me shine and get mine I know you gon' let me in wit this nine I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed I know you gon' let me drink wit no I.D I know you gon' let me shine and get mine I know you gon' let me in wit this nine I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed I know you gon' let me drink wit no I.D [Verse 2 - Young Buck] I know I'm sinnin but I'm winnin at the same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine I'm back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine Niggaz shootin cops in the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin what the thugs do G's, D's, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too Move let me come through Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin in the old school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like {???}, prolly can't stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties, bitch! Y'all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in-in [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach 'em how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to We fifty deep up in here whatchu gon' do Who want beef, I ain't come for no name callin Don't be mad cause we is and you ain't ballin Gettin money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See I'ma cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck! [Chorus] [Bridge]
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