Songtext We got that Drag-On

We got that

[drag-on] (warren g)
Cmon (the ruff ryders)
Flame on (double r, baby)
Flame on, cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon

[drag-on]
Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin fair!
Yall niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think yall goin from heaven to hell?
Yall aint goin nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I dont care how you livin it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin up
You can bet I come diggin you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, yall so-called-pimps die hoes
Dont bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

[eve]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[shadow]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[eve]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put irv gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch your cream
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door
Wit jahovah, huh, know the populations over
Im causing early retirements
Cuz you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you lyin in
Went from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out
You dont want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, ima have your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
These aint water pistols- they shoot many missles
And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
Only I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son
Im takin eeryone

[shadow]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[eve]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[shadow]
Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the truth
See, is sick, throwin up henny and ? gook?
Poof! me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to roleys, back to smokin bones with coley
My demo was better than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked

[eve]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[shadow]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[eve]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[shadow]
Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[warren g]
See now, there it go
Yall got it
The east coast west coast collabo
Warren g doin it with my niggas from the ruff ryders
Eve, my nigga drag-on
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99