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AJ Tracey – Buster Cannon letras

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 1]
Man’s from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that’s bros
Fam know me, famdem, let’s go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with smoke, click clack bow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You’re a wasteman, you’re a big fat slob
Don’t have a fit, don’t cry, don’t sob
Turn up to shows, I’m already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don’t do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant’s trunk (Wah?)
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don’t want a beat from them man, that’s dead
If it ain’t Nyge or Faze then it’s Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they’ve got a plus 4
Man do graveyard when I’m on tour
Don’t chase girls, lose one, there’s more

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 2]
I’m in the green room
All my Gs dem smoking with the green
Crem am-am to the dome
This big fat bud, no seed
My riders got a couple bottles
Red Bulls in the tiles for the Gs
Girls tryna leech
I ain’t here for the pum, man came for the P
So show me the money, man shut down for the money
Lock off the rave for the money
Man don’t give out my bars, that’s money
Man won’t promote your garms, that’s money
Yeah, I’m a tank on stage like Kanté
Stir up the waves like Ashanté
Ask a peng if she heard ‘Packages’, yes?
Off pant, take off the panty
Woah, pull up the deck when I turn up
Bare reloads, man ah burn up
Tryna’ stack bread, man ah earn up
If you never knew, better learn up
My guys got the MAC, no burger
Some new tings that you ain’t heard of
If you diss my guys, it’s a AM
If you diss my marge, it’s a murder

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

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Game – F*ck Orange Juice (1992 Album) letras

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ

[Verse]
White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
It’s the coach, you the presence of the ghost
Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
Guns, I tuck ’em, bitches I bust ’em
My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
That ain’t no future for me, now come and touch mine
Your whole family tree’ll get flatlined
Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
I ain’t joking so keep playing on the batline
This ain’t Gotham, this is Compton nigga
We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
And we got rocket launchers nigga
Ain’t never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ