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Drag-On - Текст песни C'mon C'mon
Drag On: 
 Ha Ha Ha 
 Oh Damn 
 Now bop to this 
 Oh Yeah 
 Ya'll know what this is 
 Flame on 
 Juvenile 
 Drag on 
 Flame on 
 And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah 
 Verse 1 
 Me and my niggas done licked shots 
 Even done hit cops 
 Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop 
 Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop 
 Nigga you don't want my paper drop 
 Cause that means I'm empty 
 And your full of it 
 Check what the bullet did 
 Missiles gonna hit you get you 
 Rip through tissue 
 Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you 
 I make plus cash 
 Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag 
 Got the chain out 
 So it's bust and grab 
 Nigga fuck that 
 You better bust back 
 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at 
 Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash 
 Spit like a fire but you can't touch black 
 All you can do is cuss back 
 And read back how you bust gats 
 Nigga we don't need that 
 I don't care about your feed back 
 Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag 
 Tell a motherfucker pull out 
 Bust a bullet out 
 In ya safe house 
 Nigga where the keys at 
 Nigga where the stash at 
 Nigga where the weed at 
 Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger 
 Mater fact where the ass at 
 Cause I got the Ruff Ryders 
 And I aint talkin bout my niggas 
 Nigga we can go hoe for hoe 
 Toe to toe 
 Blow for blow 
 And when you fell your nose crack 
 That mean I broke that 
 I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know 
 You can't handle it 
 You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles 
 And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' 
 Drag-on 
 Ya'll niggas and south siders 
 Chorus 
 (Drag-on:) 
 Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns 
 (Voices:) 
 Hell yeah we bust our guns 
 (Drag-on:) 
 Do you fuck them 'till they cum 
 (Voices:) 
 Damn right we make them cum 
 (Drag-on:) 
 It's for the north (hey) 
 South (hey) 
 East (hey) Drag-On - C'mon C'mon - http://ru.motolyrics.com/drag-on/cmon-cmon-lyrics.html
 West (hey) 
 Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best 
 (Repeat) 
 Verse 2 
 (Juvenile:) 
 In the late night 
 We be cockin high givin' you stage fright 
 Yo' head might explode 
 When I bust with the lead pipe 
 And I say right 
 Juvenile hey tight 
 Stay hype 
 Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight 
 I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me 
 Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me 
 I'm workin wit some change ha 
 And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha 
 You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha 
 Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game 
 But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha 
 Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha 
 Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks 
 Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit 
 Ya stankin' bitch 
 I Ruff Ryde your ass then 
 Cashin' for money 
 Juve aint gettin nothin' 
 Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny 
 (Repat Chorus 2x) 
 Verse 3 
 (Drag-on:) 
 When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out 
 When it come to my gun my shells is out 
 you better get the message cause I done mailed it out 
 I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out 
 East west the right 
 this for my niggas up north 
 My guns made in China so you better dust off 
 Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup 
 I always got chedder 
 I never ass bet ya' 
 And I won't even sweat ya' 
 We roll much larger and better 
 My dough is never low 
 But if Drag is down on his last 
 I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta 
 Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather 
 Can't stand a nigga hype 
 Throw me his bitch 
 Bitch come to my shit 
 You betta come get her 
 Be like a dog with a bone I run with her 
 Ya'll make me so tired 
 Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire 
 Ya'll aint got ya'll boots 
 Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot 
 When they come you better hope they don't name you 
 Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you 
 Don't try to be me cause I aint you 
 'fore I have your spirits with the angels 
 My shorty keep a gun on the ankles 
 Wana fuck watch out she will bang you 
 Cause I taught her well 
 Ya'll players better haul to hell 
 But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt 
 Who evers wit you is gonna jail 
 Is you niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha 
 You want to fuck'em till they cum ha 
 Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha 
 (Repeat chorus 4x)











