PDK — текст песни (Threat)

{*top pops off, can being shook, spray paint applied*}

[Threat]
I`m here to let you know that no ho plays me
I don`t do crack cause I`m already crazy
And we don`t need no mo`, psycho people
Guns don`t kill people, people kill people
Haven`t you heard, there`s a new sheriff in to-own
But one black chief can`t calm us do-own
We floss `em out wide, the nigga ain`t from our tribe
Not +Tribe Called Quest+, the tribe called West
Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my
young black ass cause I`m out to get mine (you`re gonna get yours)
Let it be known, to all, men, that roam the planet earth
that Allah come first
Livin in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior
Make sure you got a good lawyer
Get caught with a spear that`s fifteen years
I hit the fence with my khakis and still they shootin at me
Tryin to kill us off like buffalo
Po-po can`t have my life, or my soul, so..

I don`t give a FUCK you motherfuckin cops (3X)
BUCK and another BUCK and another BUCK, I don`t give a fuck

[Threat]
I keep my brownies im my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it
I`m servin place your order got them fat fat quarters
Slangin ain`t my style, never was Mr. Fuzz
I don`t drink suds, I pour `em out for my loved ones
Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this
So, you can get the boot, and the motherfuckin fist
I ain`t bailin no hay so be all on your way
witcho` whip cause that shit don`t work on pimps and
hustlers and players and dragon-slayers
I got the bomb in my palm, how much
Can`t stay in one spot, the heat get too hot
I gotta get another G, cause this one`s on E..
Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose
Now from the window from the roof, shoot nigga shoot
That`s for yo` eye and yo` sparrow, crack and roll my barrel
Just one click away from, blowin me a nig away
Serve him and it`s (?) lights out

I don`t give a FUCK, BUCK and another - I don`t give a fuck

[Threat]
Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter
With my homies on the handlebars, goin to handle ours
The homies had me all fucked up off that yack
Bust a U-turn to go back, I dropped my golf hat
Stopped and copped two forties, two paroles
Some niggaz started starin like they know me, damn
I only got two shells with me, but then
deuce-five get busy, where is he?
Hopped on the bandwagon got his pants saggin
New kid on the block fuck around and get mopped
Now that`s the story, the fame and the glory
And tell that to them niggaz if they lookin for me
where to find me