- Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot) 歌詞 Gucci Mane Pooh Shiesty Sir Mix-A-Lot
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- Sir Mix-A-Lot Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot) 歌詞
- Gucci Mane Pooh Shiesty Sir Mix-A-Lot
- [Intro: Gucci Mane]
Ear Drummers
My posse on Bouldercrest
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone
Its callin up the posse, its time to get rippin
And if they get to trippin, then we shootin like the Pistons
Everybody lookin, if you jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, theyre skinny as the tires
My system soundin good, but I need the volume higher
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle
Im the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest, we bout to start flexin
The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin back
Scarr, he in the Birdie, got two bitches in his lap
On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead
We need a new street, so posse move ahead
We all drippin in ice, the crew you cant forget
The So Icey Boys and we rippin up the set
[Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
My posses on Bouldercrest
My posses on Bouldercrest (Mike WiLL Made- It)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
The cash is rollin in, my posses gettin bored
Theres not another posse with more points scored
We stone cold criminals, we flex like big gorillas
We not the average artist, bitch, we certified killers
I spent a million dollars just for diamonds on my teeth
And every time they see em, make their girls get weak
People think we crazy , some think that we are funny
But it aint hard to tell that we make a lot of money
We clockin all the dollars, we rock a lot of gold
The other crews mad cause we *** *in all they hoes
Woodland, Custer Ave, me and my crew are thugs
And they so full of drugs they may never sober up
And Im a dope man and the pack just dropped
If you aint tryna cop, then this Phantom wont stop
At Boulevard and Moreland the driver broke left
And Shiesty shouted 'Bouldercrest, its time to get def'
My girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best
Shes lookin mighty freaky in her black silk dress
The closer that we get, the crazier I feel
My posse on Bouldercrest, its time to get ill
[Verse 3: Pooh Shiesty]
Certified, Im that lil nigga that make big ones pay respects
CGE, 1017, covered in choppas and baguettes
We just flew one of they niggas, tryna see who gon be next
Soon as I burn up this steamer, take me where I parked the Vette
Why he keep talkin like he gangster? Cook him, put him to the test
My opps dont never show they background, know Ill send some where they at
Them pigs can ask a million questions, still wont get me to say shit
It aint no tellin who got shot, if you dont know, you never slid
And they cant act like they dont know me, remember I flew out your bitch
I take they Rollies and their chains, nigga, Im the reason you hide your wrist
For real menace, been causin hell, I done did shit you cant forget
I got glizzies around the globe, it aint shit to get to them sticks
1017, livin a dream, come eat with us, well get you rich
[ Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Pooh Shiesty]
My posses on Bouldercrest (Big blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
My posses on Bouldercrest
My posses on Bouldercrest
My posses on Bouldercrest
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