ฟังเพลงDrama (Explicit Album Version)

Drama - DJ Kayslay

Hey (hey!), what?! (what?!)

It's the motherfucking Drama King, KaySlay (yeah!)

Me, it's ya boy Lil' Jon, hey (hey!)

Let's go (ha!), what?! (what?!) what?!

Let's go (ha!), yeah, hey! (hey!)

Let's go (ha!)

A yo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama (drama!) King

Ain't nothin' but real (yeah) niggas up on this track (what?) right here

A yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix

Like we back on the block in '86

If my hood talkin' fake shit, what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

In my face thinkin' ""oh he hard!"" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!)

Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch,

what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!)

Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!)

You better back up bitch

before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!)

About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Niggas sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B

You tellin' everybody out there all that dumb shit but me

Alright, you niggas want it, I got it FUCK IT, it's his space (space)

Soon as I get the work from +Kay+,

niggas is gettin' +Slay+ed (slayed)

The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove)

Catch a nigga off the street,

show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love)

Ho, you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater

Give him 30 in his grill, feed his ass to the gators

Fuck him now, fuck him later,

niggas know cause niggas seen it (seen it)

I'm gettin' my money now

or get yo' bitch-ass between it (bitch-ass between it)

Rawer than Sushi and still swimmin' in the sea

I don't know how shit was but I know how shit is finna be (what?)

Killin' off the enemy, short stoppin' ya cuts (yeeah)

Cuttin' off ya supply cause now your connect workin' for us (okay)

Grab the thang and I'm a bust, I ain't scared to do the time

So if you wanna fuck wit us, best of have it on ya mind, nigga

If my hood talkin' fake shit,

what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!)

Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch,

what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!)

Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!)

You better back up bitch

before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!)

About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!)

KaySleezy, man it's easy, look, for me to go and bust

On pussy-ass niggas who can't shut the fuck up

The Drama-Slap-Ya-Momma King and Mr. Mississippi

If it's problems come and get me man, I'll dump 150

Out the (A) K, blowin' my way,

make his momma say, ""oh my!""

Niggas die, I roll around high

All the dro clicked out bustin' the .44

If ya really buck girl, then you slap that ho

Knock her out

Bitch look, ya know what I'm about

Born fair

If ya real then put it in the air

Big guns, big funds and real big wheels

Go on hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill

Aw FUCK, David Banner is comin' out the cut

All I got in this world is my word and my nut - fuck nigga

Yo we gotta let these (yeah) niggas know what they gettin'

When they fucking startin' wit that bullshit

If my hood talkin' fake shit,

what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!)

Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch,

what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!)

Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!)

You better back up bitch

before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!)

About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Motherfucker want it, get done up

Packin' heat out the summer

BLAOW! BLAOW! in the crowd

Now watch the crowd go ball

And this here (yeeah) about the clip and (ho) they dug it (ho)

And givin' blood up (come on)

I'm too fast for 'em

Mr. Potato (oh) Head (ooh), nigga then slid and mash on

Clash on 'em (yeeah), harass 'em (yeeah)

Flash 'em (yeeah) wit a full tank of gas

Then put this (oh) in ya ass

Wit acid (yeeah), without a reason (ho) ain't leakin'

But (come on) how my tolerance is limited

Got 'em smokin' like chimney,

leave ya body dumpin' like Jimmeny

You the enemy that envy me (ho) it's a sin to be (come on)

Friends wit these niggas who ain't kin to me

Family, countin' (ooh) the problems, when we jump off probably

Hard and he soft (hey), I was taught (ho)

Uh, (come on) when you done wit 'em (what?)

they better not be able to walk

Don't talk (yeeah) and let your answers speak for ya (for ya)

The block ain't hot until it boil

I love the block (yeeah) like hot pot did Donald Boyle (ooh)

I make bread on the soilAnnotate

If my hood talkin' fake shit,

what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!)

In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!)

Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!)

Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch,

what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!)

Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!)

You better back up bitch

before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!)

About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!)