TRU - Anything Goes текст песни

Chorus 2x

Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe

You dont know the game till you fuck

Thats how it goes

[master p]

Young nigga tryin to get rich

Posted up with this shit

On the grind tryin to slang that muthafuckin shit

Servin the fiends the ice cream

You mean that crack

[king george]

Bullets cant man tag, one time for the gat

Can he make it, will he fake it

Fiends call him betty crocker

[master p]

Cause he got the bacon

[big ed]

You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho

Choppin it up like fat, gettin hit on that pager

Cause its all about the skrilla, nigga

Pockets gettin bigga

Pockets gettin swolled, but gettin dubbed by a gold digger

[silkk]

Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them

Whatever it may be, everybody against them

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[master p]

Niggas hittin the bass, straight playa

But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin hatas

If I were a football player, Id probably be lawrence taylor

Blockin these hatas off, be mad

Cause they know master ps got it goin man

Thats why I fuck your bitch, but she aint shit

And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick

But you cause you lame

But like ice cube said, "lets cut out the little man"

You need an ounce of this real game

It aint a thang to these tru niggas, cause we let our nuts hang

I got love for you, fool you got love for me

But theres always some sucker talkin bout wrong p

You need to jump off that glass dick

You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch

You want it cooked

I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh

Cause that hoe shit wont last

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[king george]

Comin from the bayou, a triple by the dosage

Tryin to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches

We flip gs, no good deeds

Down on your knees, kidnapped by gs

Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead

King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch

Flip pure game, like the ogs taught me

Tryin spit game when Im talkin on a for-ty

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[big ed]

Its nothin but the g in me

I have a question

Big ed is on a funky g lesson

Now, how many gs in the house tonight

And how many gs spin them gold thangs tight

Its nothin but a g thang ba-by

I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me

Nigga, cause big ed be like tru to it

Always wearin nikes cause I just do it

Got more bounce to the ounce

Get you drunk like some liquor

Gotta ? ? ?

Cause hes rollin on my ? ? ? , like a weather got my action

Grabbin on my nuts like my name was micheal jackson

So nigga

Who ride, I ride, slide

[master p]

But they cant touch ya

[big ed]

With my tru niggas on my side

[master p]

And you know I got 5 on it

But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie

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[silkk]

A nigga tip toe through the do

You know Im bout 64" plus mo

So I had to get low

And niggas lookin shady

I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older

Yall bitches better pay me

You want me to say its all good in my hood

Well I cant

And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin

Cause it aint

I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin

Seems I caught a flat, so silkk started 3-wheelin

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