Текст песни: Young Buck - Let Me In (Edited Version)
[Intro-50 cent]
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We keep the club jumpin` from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this place again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
[Verse 1-Young Buck]
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, chickens all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, Dis gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya`ll, pop the bar and all
So ladies call ya girls, n homeys call ya dogs (I`m here)
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again playa, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin` in Ca$hville and runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dead beat, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a fool still livin
Tha same ol` 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em` Buck, you know im gunna get em`
Raaaaa!
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Verse 2-Young Buck]
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Took a couple shots from sum cowards tryin ta take mine
I`m back on tha block, wit a choppa n a vest now
People goin crazy in da hood, in the daytime
G-UNIT, The Game! we just doin wat tha thugs do
Eastside, Westside, North and the South too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I`m ridin` in the ol` school listenin to some oldies
My goals be shinin, Them girls be cryin
They handle of my -- outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Helpin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys
People like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
[Bridge]
Ya`ll rappers in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Verse 3-Young Buck]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em` how to stunt, teach em` how to count stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here
watchu gonna do
Who want beef, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin` (get money)
Gettin` money is my motto for you broke folks
Can`t spend ya whole life payin on ya car note
It`s alright if you still on the block boy
See imma cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I`ll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Outro-50 cent]
We keep the club jumpin` from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this place again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
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[Intro-50 cent]
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We keep the club jumpin` from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this place again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
[Verse 1-Young Buck]
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, chickens all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, Dis gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya`ll, pop the bar and all
So ladies call ya girls, n homeys call ya dogs (I`m here)
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again playa, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin` in Ca$hville and runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dead beat, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a fool still livin
Tha same ol` 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em` Buck, you know im gunna get em`
Raaaaa!
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Verse 2-Young Buck]
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Took a couple shots from sum cowards tryin ta take mine
I`m back on tha block, wit a choppa n a vest now
People goin crazy in da hood, in the daytime
G-UNIT, The Game! we just doin wat tha thugs do
Eastside, Westside, North and the South too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I`m ridin` in the ol` school listenin to some oldies
My goals be shinin, Them girls be cryin
They handle of my -- outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Helpin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys
People like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
[Bridge]
Ya`ll rappers in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Verse 3-Young Buck]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em` how to stunt, teach em` how to count stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here
watchu gonna do
Who want beef, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin` (get money)
Gettin` money is my motto for you broke folks
Can`t spend ya whole life payin on ya car note
It`s alright if you still on the block boy
See imma cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I`ll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!
[Chorus]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in thru this line
I know you gonna let me smoke when I please
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[Outro-50 cent]
We keep the club jumpin` from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this place again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
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