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Elbereth - Текст песни What You Trippin' Fo'
[Max Minelli] *Spoken*
 So cold
 Niggas so throwed
 Young Max Minelli, nigga
 One of Louisiana's finest
 Check it, 
 Lone Star muthafuckin' Ridaz
 Right chea
 Young Happy P, SPM, Dope House 2000
 Dope still sellin' itself, nigga
 Pass what you ask
 And we want mill. tickets, nigga
 Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand
 In small face hundred dollar bills
 And one hundred thousand in quarters
 Them 2000 quarters 
 Millennium shit
 What the fuck is you trippin' fo', nigga?
 [Baby Beesh]
 The whole world wanna rumble
 Hatas spittin' in my Gumbo
 Tumble or even stumble, don't let that ball fumble
 Pay attention to my bumble
 Hustle 'till I pull a muscle
 Hot as El Segundo when I'm comin' wit my thunder
 Lettin' off a whole clip-a
 Kick a door when I enter
 Monumental
 Known to chop a muthafucka for a pinna
 Trigger finger got a splinter
 You talkin' shit again-a?
 I'll grab a switch and beat yo ass with an antenna
 I'm a cold piece of worker 
 Blastin' wit my bazerka, bazooka Dope House trooper
 So now you know the scoop-a
 Cook it up like Betty Crocker
 Quicker than Marshall Focker
 Monster, like Chubaca
 Sorry nigga, sianora
 (Chorus)
 [Baby Beesh]
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 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 So what you trippin' fo'
 [Happy P]
 Now I'ma tell you like I told you before
 Fuck a pig, fuck a hoe, and fuck federal
 Niggas and bitches start to trip when yo boy get the dough
 Fool, I'ma go wild when my money get low
 I heard you got some cash, but man we got more
 Niggas in my face, swearin' to God they can flow
 But nigga, I ain't trippin', but I ain't tryin' to hear that
 Fuck all the yappin' homie, show me where the weed at
 So I can cut the sweets, and taste the weed smoke
 I got big plans wit me and Max and C-Loc
 See we gon' wreck the game, and we gon' make a killin'
 When I was 16, I was hurtin' niggas' feelings
 Foreal (foreal)
(Chorus)
 [Baby Beesh]
 So you made a little money, oh wow!
 What the fuck yo punk ass fidna do now?
 I've invested more money (more money)
 In a crackhead's dream 
 Remember back as a fiend, when I was lackin' the green
 But now I'm playin' both sides of the fence
 Pullin' licks, no fingerprints so no evidence
 Ever since I was a youngster (youngster)
 all I ever wanted to be was a hustler (hustler)
 Cyber space, desperado
 Hollow tips in my wallow
 Guero about dinero
 But swallow Tequila bottle
 Follow my lead, huh
 Follow my lead, huh
 Beesh and Happy P fin ta make the block bleed, huh
(Chorus)










