Odg: NeLL - Tekstovi Pesama
Mackin' N Hangin'
Bang shit, trill shit, walk how you feel shit
Player shit, killer shit, I done get a mil, bitch
All black Cadillac coming down my fucking block
Looking for a sweet flick, 'bout to knock you niggas off
High life, smoked out, all of my niggas, no doubt
Green crack in the sack, spin it just to make it back
Purple drink, purple thing, loud pack in your thing
Bad bitch on me, man, semper fi honestly
Trap shit pouring up, put that lean up in my cup
Fuck what you talking about, my niggas out here getting buck
Fuck shit, hit the switch, beating out the drunk bitch
Looking for a drunken problem, give him what he want, shit
Fired up, smoke this thing, roll to what you know you can't
Get with me, I'm pimping, see, bringing it for the century
Hennessey as I inhale, stand up to my clientele
Smoking out and pouring up, put that lean up in my cup
Out here macking, never slacking
Still gang, more deal, watch me get to slapping
Laying bitches on they face when they saw it coming
All about that cash, why you think a nigga rapping?
What happened bitch? I thought you had guap
But I know damn well that ain't what your ass about
'we hustle deep and leave the dro like a wishing well
Man, I swear to God I will never tell
BMW arena, can't you fucking spell?
Keep the block hot, you my nigga now
That's a G spot and I'mma hit it
Fuck niggas dwell, they try to blackmail
I stack my money up and I'
I got a gold heart, she a freaky girl
She going hard for the team, black money here
Odg: NeLL - Tekstovi Pesama
Ready To Ride
Bitch I'm blowing up,turning up only that ain' going us
Blowing up,turning uponly that ain't going us
Now pack your drawer,now pack your drawer
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Now pack your drawer,now pack your drawer
Blowing up,turning up, only that ain't going us
Now pack ' I'm in front of the bus
These niggaz are talkin' tough
But I be callin' plus
All in block,all in all
On a ' and I'm not talking
Going doors,niggaz is lost
Nigga I'm off in this beat
Gettin'' just for your '
These noggaz swiss so I'm a boy
Like I'm joining off the shits
Niggaz got me walkin' different
It's like your bitch up the mystic
'to my oppositions
They ain't do it but I hate it
They ain't do it but I'm on fucking papers
Take that shit to the maker
Cause still the body takes us
Got to keep it real,dude
This shit you got to feel,fuck what you're talkin' about
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Now pack your clothes,now pack your drawer
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Now pack your clothes,now pack your drawer
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Blowing up,turning up,only that ain't going us
Now pack your clothes,now pack your drawer
Yo bitch Im rollin' up,rollin' up
All you niggaz gonna know what's up
Burning up,rollin'up,turnin' up
All you bitches is gonna know what's up
Now pack your, now pack burnin' love
Blowin' up ,turnin' up
All you niggaz gonna know what's up
Loud pack,burn it loud
Oud pck
Blowin' up,rollin' up
All you bitches is gonna know what's up
Now pack loud ,loud
Now pack,burn it loud
Burn it loud,I don't give fuck
I don't '
It's time to get paid
My niggaz is made,made in the pain
We 're smokin' that thing
And if you ain't we'll blow what you can't
Burnin' it steak,my niggaz got '
Niggaz is real,fuck I can seal
I'm tryin' to keep my
Ou know me ,I got to keep the motherfucking lie
You know me ,I got to stay the motherfucking '
They are smokin' pot,man I'm throwing off
Fuck them niggaz pimpin' cause they don't know us
Let's rollin' a bit until you know
What's '
Rollin' up,blowin' up
You all niggaz gonna know what's up
Loud pack,fuckin' loud pack ,loud pack
Burnin' up ,rollin' up,going up
All you bitches gonna know what's up
Loud pack,burnin',loud pack ,burnin' up
Rollin' up,burnin' up all you niggaz is gonna know what's up
Loud pack,burnin ,burnin', loud pack
Burnin'up , rollin' up ,
All you bitches is gonna know what's up
Loud pack,burnin' loud pack ,burnin' loud
Odg: NeLL - Tekstovi Pesama
The Block
So I'm coming down the strip with the saggin in my limp
Checking them niggas on the block 'cause I'm tryin to stack my grip
Dollar signs find me like the motherf*cking owner,
Caught a couple niggas checking dice on the corner,
Crapped up quick with my young nigga next up,
The bank close shop and made them niggas get the vex,
Post it on the block selling dubs,
Smoking my lungs out, tryin to get a buss,
Deep to the bricks, to come up on a pistol,
Know we're riding dirty but them niggas playin' vow,
Time to run down since a nigga wanna talk,
Now they send the shops and they witness to see the body drop
Gotta keep my grip in case a nigga wanna play,
Won't be me sleeping, brought day catch a straight
Ain't got no time for no locker no buster
If a nigga run the best believer, I'ma bust you,
And I'm still hangin' with the same niggas round me,
And I'm founded 'bout the founding empires hey round,
Bitch I'm lame game for my nigga serve bound,
Niggas drop her name so my niggas lamed down
From the town of the mother*cking phone
What you want my niggas from the south
Came in to regulate, niggas know they better hate
F*ck that nigga smoke a sack and I pour an 8, now I'm leanin'
Dirty sprite, I got me feanin', can't do with the crew
Now I'm on the proof, know how I do nigga, know I'm from before
Can't knock the hustle all my niggas from the blow.
Odg: NeLL - Tekstovi Pesama
Stick Em Up
Feat. Rell
Stick Em Up, Stick Em Up,
Lay 'em down and run the check
Disrespect will get your ass wet
Niggers be thinking like
A movie of that liquor cup
Showers that wake 'em up,
Make a faker, break a bluff,
Police co me break them up
Look at them smoking that
Big clips poking at
Loosing focus, he notice
Decide to open out
I'm living in debt,
Tell me those killers ain't red!
He be like
Stick Em Up, let em up
Let them peoples come lift them up!
I am the grillest nigger licking that fire
Nigger can't say I am real bitch,
I say real shit when I lie
Got to get a hundred mill, quick,
Nigger, they good with this,
Leave them brainless,
Headshot, what'cha think?
Purport drink, I'm burning, drink up!
I've always been in that way
Burning gankers, chasing rankers
Mass drive in the bag cash
Give em what they want,
I'm hunting niggers in their own town.
It's the fucking fungus
Coming from the underground.
[Chorus]
Stick Em Up, Stick Em Up,
No more time to make your damn
Stick Em Up, Stick Em Up,
Hit the fucking floor
Tell me why they hate!
Mr. Gates, got your main picture
I'mma penetrate that nigger's gate
Fuck niggers be snitching
Stick em up,
Throw em in their face.
My bitches ain't tripping if I bring
Another up in the place
Fucking blood a face
Why all these niggers a'tripping?
I don't get it, bitch I'm with it
Run up and catch the sleek bitch
Blood is leaking, we twiking,
I take off the hash, my niggers,
They do the dash
...glass
The bass line are sick as grass
Get those pads up and rode them too up
They rip cash, bitch, nigger,
Better get back!
[Chorus]
Odg: NeLL - Tekstovi Pesama
Vice City
Coming in hot as a rhino
Eyes low off the hydro, burning my dope deeds
Niggas steady sleeping and I hope they ain't tryna get up in that pay
My niggas be out to gain
My niggas be 'bout the bank, bitch, what the fuck you thinking?
Run up on your mans, leave 'em blinking and fainting
Sinking the anchor, man, running shit, the president
Leave these niggas hesitant won't come in in my residence, guard
Better yet, the clan, bitch, I be the man 'bout them motherfucking grams
Just check out the plans, we got this shit in hand
These niggas can't stand it, we be demanded
All of them fidgety niggas out here playing
We still slaying, yeah, we laying them bombs, niggas is charmed
'Bout the harm that we cause
These niggas flawed in they balls but we is enlarged
They eyes are minimizing, we is by far beyond that
Dropping bomb tracks on you, dummies
Running laps round these niggas like mummies, hungry
Coming to fill plates, feeling like Bill Gates
I'm the rabbit in the snail race
It's automatic in the habit'we pour 'em up by the four and we sell ace
Give 'em the balls, I give these niggas to jail break cell mates
Beat his ass, put him in his down place, finna go primate
I ride late 'cause I despise fate
Hypnotized, look in his eyes, he a lot of hate