Текст песни
You look all around the world, It's the same shit. I mean niggas tryna eat And it's drier than a motherfucker out here right Now. But real hood niggas hold it down no matter What, ya heard? Yeah. See the thing about a real nigga is, Whatever a bitch nigga do, he could never stop That real nigga. See we should stand up for the haters right Now Because those bitch niggas make the world go round. Yeah, ayy, you ain't gotta fuck with me 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you. I'm ridin' dirty with This work and my mother picture. Forty cal under my shirt and another pistol. Fuck a friend, all of y'all can come and Get your issue. Phone calls from the pen, Real niggas with you. They say they shed a Couple tears 'cause a nigga miss you. Avoidin' hoes, no award shows, they been askin', "Where that boy go? Can he even pay his Taxes? Only Lord knows what he do to get The dough." Let 50 tell it, fuck is jealous And a nigga broke. But we just seen him And we hearin' what the nigga wrote. That nigga ballin' even if he is sniffin' coke. They prayin' on my downfall, tryna sink my boat. But where a nigga come from, I don't think They know. Put some niggas in the game and They turned on me. For the money and the Fame, you gon' learn, homie. I pray to God for these-Haters, haters. Haters, haters, Haters. Laugh now, cry later, Nigga. Haters, haters, haters, Haters. Haters, haters, haters, Haters. haters. Cheatin' on my hoes. Laugh now, Yeah, bitch, I fuckin' heard when you Was fuckin' him. If you don't wanna fuck with Me, then ho, fuck it then. Dope Boy on the streets hustlin' again. You pussy niggas wanna beef, we can get it In. Black tar, hair raw, where your veins at? Hit you with the shit and show you why He came back. Hangin' out the window, Bustin' on the freeway. I'm with my homie, it was his quarter key Play. If Obama got a plan, nigga, Where it at? 'Cause it's a drought and don't Nobody know where it's at. But in the South, what we know is we Just get it back. We listen to Scarface, He motivate blacks. Then we make stacks and fuck a cop, they Can die too. Before you hide me, Bitch, we gon' hide you. These rappers don't fuck with the streets like I Do. It's all good, I'ma still stand beside you, I ain't no-Haters, haters. Haters, haters, haters. Haters, haters, haters, haters. Laugh now, cry later, nigga. Haters, haters, Haters, haters. Haters, haters, haters. Haters, haters, haters, haters. Laugh now, Don't look me 'cause I ain't givin' Niggas nothin' else. Show 'em love and they leave Me by my fuckin' self. My heart cold and I know that it will Never melt. I just gotta play the cards that A nigga dealt. Ride these stripes, cut dog through The whole dash. Ridin' dirty in a rental with The wrong tags. Prison put you in the gutter Where they doin' bad. Concentrate on what I got, Fuck what I had. Dirty South is on top and some niggas mad. Go take a trip to the Ville, you can Get your swag. Yeah, I'm glad they done kicked me out the Fuckin' group. 'Cause now the world see that I'm The motherfuckin' truth. Got the streets like, "Damn, homie, what happened to You?" I bet this conversation now, they probably Tappin' it too. I get paper and you so Major. Your team ain't shit without the number one Player. We know that y'all-Haters, Haters, Haters. Haters, haters, haters, Haters, haters. Laugh now, cry later, nigga. Haters, haters, Haters, haters. Haters, haters. Haters, haters, Haters, haters. Laugh now, cry later, nigga.
Young Buck — Last laugh
«Last laugh» — Young Buck. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:20. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
