ฟังเพลงCome On (Album Version|Explicit)

Come On - DJ Clue

Come on (BCC)

Come on (MFC)

Come on (BCC)

Come on (YEAH )

Aiyyo Rock Rock Rock

Everybody say Rock not

Lou from suburbs to PJ's

So watch ya hootchie groupies

Get dudes beat up

Or heat is leave the scene and

BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck

See me on the streets 'bra I'll

Break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper

Two piece your man and let Big

Noc put him in a sleeper

Then see ya catch me in a club on a wall

Spliff in my hand big-booty

Broad winin on my balls

Surrounded my thugs maybe

Two or two times ten

Plus the other nine cats my

Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card )

Yeah my Rapper Card it works in live sessions

Plus barbecues hoes clubs

W**d spots ecetera

Buckshot rock knots wit fists

Niggas stay high while I rock wit this

Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous

Too close wit the dillinger

Two shots I don't miss

I'm wiggin out while

I'm diggin out backs

Run from the gun claps run three laps

Perhaps them niggas

You sent to carjack

Buckshot got stopped

In they tracks wit macs

Now this is what I act like

When I smoke on black

Stay high wit the lazy-eye bomb wit facts

From the street Bible or the street Quran

Fake thugs ride the dick

When my sh*t comes on

I'm a nappy little ni**a still going strong

You can eat a dick

While I eat a thong (CLUE )

But still the bomb

It's the wave-king rock the

Two tone Wallees strip-ons

Don't wanna end up miss-on

Then play your positi-on

My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick

While my crew from

New Jerus stay vickin ya whips

Tek is the sh*t ain't nobody spittin like this

Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six

Wit the AMG kit Ericsson wit the chip

Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats

Get off the dick

I keep the livin' quarter held

Down wit two nines

One in the bed one in the

Bathroom at all times

So while I'm takin a sh*t

I'm at route and plan a hit

The amount we flip

Depends on what we get

It's like a Wall Street trick

Dirty money move quick

My mans wear stones

You can tip the scales wit

On they ears and wrists alone

For every deaf one's bone

Look ain't no tellin how

Many gats I've thrown (Steele)

Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)

Come on yo yo for all

The shorties on the prowl

Come on yo yo for all

The soldiers on the streets

Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)

Yo the set I claim is the set that bang

To the muthaf**kin end

I be doin my thing (YEAH )

Lidu Rock know the name in

New York we G stackin

First the Bloods and the Crips

Now b**ches is carjackin

Like my ni**a Craig and em say

"F**k that sh*t "

Rockin shines in the 'Ville

You better tuck that sh*t

Or watch yo' step baby

Watch where you walk

I put a slug up in yo' mouth

So that a** won't talk

For real son now we got

Mad cops on the block

Cuz we hold it down for

Doc and I keep my heat cocked

Lidu Rock what the f**k

I know y'all niggas mad at me

So if you rep for yours go

Head take a stab at me muthaf**ker

You a many style copy-cat

Bendy mile stockin cap

Fake ni**a from the

Projects who ain't got a gat

Ruck reign supreme aim the steam

When the gun click

Your a** sh*t navy beans

Maybe these niggas

Ain't ready for the Magnum

Force the Holocaust

Balls I just dragged them

Off lost in the sauce

And of course I'm glad them

Monkey niggas don't f**k wit the

Ruck cuz they fags son

The last one to step to Sean

P caught a bad one

Quincy toes tagged em

After somebody stabbed em

Cornball niggas wit drugs

Thinkin they weight great

Still bummin money

For stoges and a Drakes cake

Get it straight y'all niggas

Duckin wit some heavyweights

Boot Camp-ion champions

On point like paper mates

Demonstrate spectacular venacular

Smackin ya upside the back of

Ya head wit a spatula

Snatchin ya off the street like police

Next week they find your

Body washin up on the beach

Don't speak if you ain't at

Norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)

Tally on be gone as we rally strong

See me in Brook-lyn

Where crooks be armed

Terrorial disputes leave

You in memorial suites

Callin your troops

I shoot straight stay in ya place

We the type you love to

Hate cuz we stay in your face

Sayin our grace before

We put our hands in our plates

Carnivorous lyricist niggas fish like fillet

My mind spray like a

Murderer's nine spray

The crime way get mine

Three-hundred sixty-five day

DJ Clue The Professional

Part One you know how we do it

Word up rest in peace

My ni**a Donnie Brasco

My ni**a B I G word up

And we out till next time

For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657

Aight then