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Drag-On - Текст песни Tonight
[Drag-on (Swizz)]
 (Uh) Yeah, Yeah!
 Swizz! (Drag dash On)
 Yo, where we at?
 (Uh) No shit, Double R niggas (Uh)
 Ya know who dis is (No shit)
 Yo! Back! Yo! (Yeah!)
 Who dat slim kid, slight grin, ice right gain
 If the son right here nigga strikes lightning
 N' cause light wind
 My cue is only wit' two
 Me n' my nigga
 Me n' my bitch
 Me n' my wrist slapped around my bare skin
 Come risk it
 Dare niggas to run up on us
 All wit some future shit, I got bullets that turn corners
 Like--Errr.. still up on ya
 Cause mah hammers got scanners
 That'll make ya hit the Down Down like Country Grammar
 Got clips that'll like dirty y'up in em
 I wear size 34 dirty denim
 N' I'll dirty ya' denim
 Hit ya wit the slow flow
 Like Nat King Cole
 Even though I spit hazard rappin'
 Fasta' than a rapper's eva seen
 You pass it while they grab it
 Prob'ly got it but don't have it
 Rippin' fake styles since ya promos
 C'mon, homo!
 Dawg I rope a dolo
 Yo' styles so so def
 Like Jermaine I got bats
 Would(Would) ya get ya rocks? Yo! (Yeah yeah yeah!)
 (Woo!)
 (It's on fire t'night (Uh)) Yeah!
 (Call the fire department,)Yeah Yeah!
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)Yeah!
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)Yeah Yeah Yeah!
 (Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight)
 Yeah Yeah Yeah! C'mon! Woo!
 Woo!
 (It's on fire t'night(Uh)) Yeah! Uh!
 (Call the fire department)Yeah Yeah!
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)Yeah!
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)Yeah Yeah Yeah!
 (Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight)Yo Yo
 Yo, how the fuck ya think y'all boots niggas cells
 Ya cell's jus' like my two-way pager, low sale
 Ya'll, fuck a cell phone! I've got a NYNEX
 That'll reach out n' touch ya nigga back spineless
 (Yeah uh, C'mon man!)
 I fill these streets wit more cracks on the ground
 Than cracks on the growl
 E pills is for da crackheads down
 Down keep ya crackin' a smile
 While ya police tryin' to crack down on crack viles(Uh)
 Ya'll can't stop that nigga Drag(Uh)
 That's born a crack child(Uh)
 Crack toes, I crack ya' back
 Kids that look up to me
 Life ain't what it's cracked up to be
 But ya neva' catch me leavin' n' bitchin'
 I jus' keep da stashed box under reachable distance
 Like right here
 Gonna lift you like right there
 Run about yo night air
 Should've had the straps on
 Fuckin' with da dash-on(Flame On!)
 Gonna give a honey hard dash
 Gimme ya cash(Flame On! Yeah... yeah!)
 Whut, uh? (Y-y-y-y-yo!) Uh uh
 (Woo!) Yeah Yeah!
 (It's on fire t'night(Uh)) (Yeah!)
 (Call the fire department)(Yeah Yeah!)
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)Yeah! What?
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night(Yeah,)) C'mon!
 (Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight(Aw yeah, Woo!))
 Whut, uh?
 (It's on fire t'night)C'mon! (Yeah!)
 (Call the fire department)(Uh Uh!)
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)Yeah!
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)Drag-On - Tonight - http://ru.motolyrics.com/drag-on/tonight-lyrics.html
 (Yeah!)C'mon!(Nigga!)
(Uh! Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight)
 (Aw yeah!) Nigga!
 (It's on fire t'night(Uh)) (Yeah!)
 (Call the fire department)(Yeah Yeah!)
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)Yeah! Uh uh
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night(Yeah,Uh,Yeah!))
 (Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight(Aw yeah!))
 Ya'll say I'm skinny like a cue-tip
 But I stay wit bitches like Janet Jackson
 Like cutey n' bitchin'
 I've got a bad mommie
 Hittin' ass niggas
 I've got a black tommy
 Cook yo skin like salami
 'Cause ya niggas talk baloney
 N' prob'ly swanned out
 I tell a guard to pull a maf out n' smack ya mouth
 Type da get out my TT and be outtie
 N' throw the mass bout
 Ski in the hockey n' pee in yo' lobby
 See, it aint nuttin but Drag but can route
 To the point I gotta throw my pants out
 I've got t' shake da ants out
 Loins, bees in my sleeves, with that can out
 And I aint gon' throw em
 I gon' walk up on em n' hand em out
 Slight trick, I keep my bitch in Philly
 But ya niggas came to feel me
 Down n' dane in a frenzy
 N' a TT for yo billy
 Ya niggas betta come out n' hit me
 Cause I'ma drop top, naw niggas don't pop it
 Down ya niggas can't stop it, so stop it
 (Woo!)
 (It's on fire t'night) Uh
 (Call the fire department)Yeah, Yeah
 (Yeah!)( it's gettin' hot t'night)Uh!
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night
 (Uh Yeah!)) C'mon!
 (Gettin' th-th-this mother fucker all night tonight)
 (Aw yeah, Woo!))Whut? (Uh!)
 (Woo woo!)
 (It's on fire t'night)(C'mon!)
 (Call the fire department)(Uh)
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)(Yeah!)
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)(Uh! Yeah!)
 (Gettin' th-th-this motherfucker all night tonight)
 (Woooo!)
 (Drag, Dash, On)
 (Flame, Flame, On)
 (Ryde or, Die, Records)
 (Ruff, Ryder, Records)
 (Bounce!)
 (It's on fire t'night)Yeah(Uh) Yeah
 (Call the fire department)(Oh...)
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)(...My, Uh!)
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)(Uh! Yeah!)
 (Gettin' th-th-this motherfucker all night tonight)(N' you nigga)
 (Woo!)
 (It's on fire t'night (Drag, Dash, On))(Yeah)
 (Call the fire department,(Flame, Flame, On) 
 (It's gettin' hot t'night)
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)(Drag, Dash, On)
 (Gettin' th-th-this motherfucker all night tonight)(Flame, Dash, On)
(Woo, Woo)
 (It's on fire t'night (Woo, woo, woo))
 (Call the fire department,(woo, woo, woo) it's gettin' hot t'night)
 (Woo, woo, woo)
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)
 (Woo, woo, woo)
 (Gettin' th-th-this motherfucker all night tonight)
 (Woo, woo, woo)
 (It's on fire t'night)
 (Call the fire department,(Yeah) it's gettin' hot t'night)
 (All my thugs in the cells gettin' right t'night)
 (Gettin' th-th-this motherfucker all night tonight)
 (Wooooo!)











