Play Your Flute

歌詞

(feat. Kurupt and Sleepy Brown) (Chorus: Sleepy Brown) People play your flutes I hope I get to you Hustlers play your flutes Players play your flutes Gangstas play your flutes I hope I get to you (Kurupt) My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons It's different, sip on some ripple and here's where you stash the nickle And baby a little pot of dough, I got fly hoes already bitch And I started pimping an hour ago Uh, I know that you be watching Trying to play with my intelligence, I circulate the West And what I calculate baby just from you taking up my time Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine Cadillac and Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer Hang on, and don't you let go I got game to make the rain freeze like snow Gipp, they just don't get Gipp, they can't fuck with us Keep it moving in motion we Dungeon Family baby And I give to fuckers just the way Los Angeles made me All my (Chorus) (only the first third) (T-Mo) Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue You don't have a clue To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody Execute your plan, to the fullest 3-4 taking me from coast to coast Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni G-Mo-B style, that how we ride to the fullest Baby from the bottom to the top We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest 'bout to blow With the Mo-B for life, Goodie Mo-B lumberjacking Packing knowledge of self, I hope our lyric help Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation Coming together for 2004 That's how it go, nigga You know the Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga Mo' That's how it go (Big Gipp) Gangstas, you ain't gotta kill a man, try Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt Like some honey baked toast Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day In the lord I pray, but the S-K Spray a little bit then the police will come Holding my nuts everytime I don't run Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights Slide to the left baby I'mma hit it right Came into the front yard, on-on-one fist fight O. G.'s from the hood told me to keep my shit right And if they try my mama house, I'll take the first flight The same niggaz that said they had my back They got them folks sniffing 'round my pine, I'm gone (Chorus) (only the first two-thirds) (Khujo) Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes Hustlas pick up your flutes It's your boy 'Jo Goodie, and people don't shoot I hope I get to y'all in one piece Cuz tomorrow ain't promised, I hid in the belly of the beast Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat HIV running rapid in my community Teen pregnancies, children having children People sleeping, on the street So it ain't all G-double O-D Don't think I got it gravy when you see 'Jo Goodie on TV I know this gon be the death of me But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli Last year, the devil tried to kill me But y'all showed mercy, on him, he pleased Now I'm a below the knee amputee, back on the street Happily married with four kids, and I'll still split your wig (Chorus) (Outro: Kurupt) (overlap the chorus) Real G'd Up Goodie Mob Kurupt Young Gotti J-Wells, Bonzi J-Wells Dungeon...