lirik lagu botany boys – ain’t nut’in changed
[hook x4]
ain’t nut’in’ changed on the south end
cause player haters wind up in a coffin
[verse 1]
gs and thugs, hollow points and slugs
another day another death another grave to be dug
in my hood slippin while ya’ dippin yep ain’t a move
jackers and the crackers wild, death getcha smooth
and the females are the devils from the hills
b-tches want my riches to get me for my mail
but it’ll never happen’, so hoes keep on cappin’
come to that botany all you see is pistol packin’
quart selling mo’ bailin’ f-ck a stack of cops
pigs on my d-ck see me ballin so they plot
cloverland’s the plan, botany’s the target
a double vested set wants the million dollar market so spark it
[hook x4]
[verse 2]
ain’t nut’in changed on the south end
haters big talkin windin up in coffins
‘cause they be soft in the game of hard knocks
so they run they mouth about the ‘caine and the hard rocks
‘til the five-oh that we call po-po roll us up hold us up
cause of our logo b-o-t-a-n-y stayin’ high til i die
don’t try to set me up
‘cause you can’t catch me up
in the cross i know how to floss, toss, get lost in the wind
with my friends, rollin’ benz, 600 makin’ ends
till i die, so don’t try to play me
i’m rollin’ with my n-ggas and i know you can’t hate me
[hook x4]
[verse 3]
catch me on that botany means you want some plex
one shot from my glock i caught him in his neck
n-ggas be hatin’ on the motherf-ckin’ cool
but when we find out we gon’ act the f-ckin’ fool
kickin’ doors in, take a n-gga’s benz
find a few ends and split your sh-t with my friends
gettin’ sick and tired of this motherf-cking hatin’
them n-ggas be waitin’ to get their f-ckin’ lives taken
i’m keepin’ my strap in my lap “where they at?”
don’t make me get my gat just to stop this chit-chat
player hatin’ over hoes then you chose to brown-nose
now that botany boys show you still actin’ like hoes
[hook x4]
[verse 4: b.g. gator of botany b.g.’s]
lockin’ n-ggas down, it’s the cloverland crypt keeper
hit switches comin’ down southways with the street sweeper
it’s do or die in my hood so n loc up
b-tch you ain’t no friend or no crew you gon’ get smoked up
run up out the swamp but you can’t escape this gator
glock pop closin’ shop on motherf-ckin’ haters
i’m comin up from crumbs to bricks, i know these tricks
with my motherf-ckin type of clique
cookin up n like i cook ki’s i’ve got that freeze
i break them down to o-z’s
so be on the lookout when you see them big shots flossin’
stackin that green, smokin’ ‘n’ leanin’, dumpin’ hoes in coffins
[verse 5: lil’ 3rd of botany b.g.’s]
it’s the baby g, the motherf-ckin’ 3
not no kriss kross or that mister malik
i got the d-mn key to this f-ckin’ game
hit 12 birds and don’t have a little shame
now i’m in the d-mn kitchen cooking up a ki
that’s how we do it as a botany b.g
no you can’t see me or that motherf-cking head
they ran up in my house but we still goin fed
infrared steady beamin’, diamonds steady gleamin’
wait till i pull up sideways on the scene an’
sippin’ on that lean, watchin’ big screen
hoes on my peen, n-gga it’s a botany thing
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