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lirik lagu 8ball - 2nite (don't do it)

[intro: 8ball]
ah yeah
get down, yeah
ah yeah, uh, uh
get down, yeah, what they wanna do?
ah yeah, yeah, what they wanna do?
get down, what they wanna do?
ah yeah, let’s make a jack
get down, from the back, uh

[verse 1: 8ball]
i was born in poverty, n~gga runnin’ with them k!llers
hard liquor drinkin’ n~ggas, prostitutes and drug dealers
real hoes, money~makin’ pay~the~bill hoes
suck a d~ck and even strap on d~ld~s
powder bag blowin’, syrup sippin’, stick dippin’
on my knees, shootin’ dice in my mama kitchen
shiny silver packs seem to sell quicker than crack
n~ggas get down on that brown and don’t know how to act
the devil got him now and only god can bring him back
evil spirits and empty pockets make a n~gga react
quick to take a n~gga life before thinkin’ about it
anger management controllin’ it and re~route it
cinderella and that doj’ got my mind cloudy
come and fire, spray the uzi when the club crowded
outta the roof of the coupe, straight to the loot
f~ck a hoop, n~gga, slab riders want proof
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) if some n~ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n~ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f~ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) then make some hoes clown tonight

[verse 2: 8ball]
give me a reason, n~ggas murder and massacre for the cheese
worthless b~tches and coca leaves by the ki’s
on the seas, players looking for powder traces and loot
got tipped by a bird that used to fly in my coupe
still tippin’ with them twinkies and i keep my four~fifth and
life~taker for them player fakers sniffin’ and trippin’
real is more than just a phrase n~ggas use in vain
people died and mothers everywhere felt the pain
hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off
parked in the red zone, and got his life towed off
throwed off, you can label me the underboss
this is the only way i know to get my point across

[verse 3: koncrete]
known to y’all as street sh~t, stripe’s the game, twice the gain
out against the grain, hood slang, slangin’ hood thangs
loadin’ all that rhyme with a slanted ball cap
totin’ somethin’ concealed, won’t be revealed
unless a n~gga feels threatened about his
over the years, it’s been this way
newsflash, look what they did today
crime at every which~a~way
now look again, same sh~t i’m seein’ a different day
differential time frame where everything is everything
h~lla fellas on that yellow yellow hard, you know the deal
narcotics slowly k!lls, oh yes, it will
and it is exactly like that down in that slum
where you from when the clock strikes 12, h~ll yeah
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) if n~ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n~ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f~ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) then make some hoes clown tonight

[verse 4: koncrete]
lay it down, motherf~cker, from l to the h
we must abate any n~gga that wanna hate
these hoes want cake but we take it from ’em and break
annihilate face with big ball, we paper chase
we pull capes from barber county to the mound
where we shine, don’t frown, blaze a ounce and give a pound
n~ggas drowned in this game, undertooken like old creeks
shooken in these streets, layin’ deep with cold feet
we hold heat, me and my creeps make n~ggas shiver
you want beef? shovin’ a piece against a liver
we head~splitters, grimey ben frank’~getters
ain’t waiting to bust your dome, my n~gga, we keep it realer

[verse 5: 8ball]
dark streets turn to war zones, a home for death
rubbers for players, yeah, and a vest for the chest
of n~ggas who start mess, make ’em change they address
a coward in public, behind doors, n~ggas wanna flex
corny ass n~ggas sweating hoes, thinkin’ they the sh~t
catch ’em in the parking lot, pistol~whip them and they b~tch
drunk and we don’t give a f~ck about no witnesses
8ball, fat boy, you n~ggas know who sh~t this is
[chorus: 8ball]
(ah yeah) we gon’ get crunk tonight
(get down) when n~ggas wanted funk tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some n~ggas clown tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ get buck tonight
(get down) with hoes that wanna f~ck tonight
(ah yeah) we gon’ lay it down tonight
(get down) and make some hoes clown tonight

[outro: 8ball]
uh, what they wanna do?
yeah, what they wanna do? (slab riders)
uh, what they wanna do?
what they wanna do?
what they wanna do? (make a n~gga feel somethin’)
what they wanna do? (make a n~gga feel somethin’)
uh, what they wanna do? (make a n~gga k!ll somethin’)
yeah, what they wanna do? (make a n~gga k!ll somethin’)

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