โหลดเพลง mp3 Get Retarded - Jim Jones

Get Retarded - DJ Kayslay
Uhh okay y'all know what this is

Jim capo ni**a we back on this motherf**ker
Drama king drama game bird Caine
Dip set diplomat y'all know what it is
Exclusive ni**a for the streets
Harlem stand up east side representers
You know what it is check it
Passed my hood throwin' w**d out the window
Half my hood they be out the window
Tell Kayslay throw the key out the window
I parked in front so I can see out the window
Get inside of the ride
20 inches piped in the side
So I cypher some eyes
Hell yeah like bikers we ride
Better yet like pilots we fly
Trust me you be flyin' all high
Like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds
And we bump the birds but "Mums" the word
Word word man bird gang
I thought you heard Mayne
But hold on Holmes I be rollin' stones
Rocked up like a rollin' stone
Blocked up and I hold the chrome
Pop up I will blow up homes dip set
He know it's on
Yeah it ain't even fair
I'll squeeze a flare I'll leave him there
Just bleedin' there no breathin' air
Just leave him there 'til police get there
Whoo That's my kind of work
F**ked up bulletproof liner shirt
Then we grind the work all kind of work
We watch po-po they tryin' alerts
F**k that dough they dyin' of thirst
Huh so we cop it and fry it
Chop and divide it toppers supply it
Yeah hit the block and he try it
Yeah watch the cops when they eye us
Yeah you know our block starts riots
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge
I pop hoes and greet you
Nachos and cheese you
Send Vatos Choppos and Gablones to meet you
They pop yo' top slow pa blow and leave you
I got dough papo or chop low flaminga
I got hoes papo that lock load the finger

So all the broads now all across town
All aboard now let's all get all down
Yeah on the floor now lower your drawer down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I know you thir-sty
I'm a gorilla case Harlem's my villa place
Ni**a what ni**a wait get it what
Get it straight
Ni**a get it f**ked get the eight
Get it up in your face
Yeah ni**a what ni**a hey
That's how my peeps roll
That's how the streets go
That's street code G roll we know
Man the boy gets busy
That's for sure fo' sheezy
The boy the busiest all the rizzy of rap
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge
I gotta cock and load finna pop these hoes
Kill a motherf**ker let the glocks explode
Come up on a corner servin' rocks and blows
Get the millimeter gotta rock and roll
Gotta hit him with the heaters in the heart
And I hurt him with the hollows
Every time I heard he come around here
If you don't want the drama get up off the tip
I'll be the only motherf**ker servin' dubs
And the pounds here
It ain't sh*t for me to throw them thangs
If a ni**a try to go inside
I come breakin' him off
Catch you slippin' with the shiny rings
And ain't no need for you to
Get dramatic on takin 'em off
Catch him open when I'm kickin' in the do'
Shoot up on the ceiling
Then I get him on the flo'
Take yo' cash take yo' dro
Mac-11 rugers and a forty-fo'
Get your killers you better go get your gangstas
Better go get your hustlers
Better go get your riders
Better go get your motherf**kers
That'll handle that biz
Kill a ni**a even if they gotta do a bid
Dress up like chicken when I pull you with a wig
Take away your mothers and they kidnapped kids
Shoot at us then it's tit for tat
We the niggaz that be known
To hit a lick for scratch
Makin' money puttin' workers
On the tit with packs
Don't want no drama
With the honorary diplomat
I got a desert eagle
And a pocket full of shells
Opposition hangin' on a tip
Make confetti galore
Thinkin' I'ma let they pockets swell
It's murder when I'm fillin' up the clip
And I'm ready for war
Goin' through bodies and drillin' the wall
Dead 'em so quick
Then you be feelin' the fall
I'm makin' sure that
My enemy blood's fillin' the halls
When the twista got static
I'll be killin' them all
'Cause that's drama Mayne
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge
If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama get retarded
Grab the llama load the cartridge
Turn yo' a** into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers you the target
Load the hammers load the cartridge