My Buddy (Album Version|Edited)
G-unit« My Buddy (Album Version|Edited) » est une chanson de G-unit, 2003, Pop. La chanson dure 3:19, 61 lines / 584 words.
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0:27My buddy my buddy
0:28Wherever I go he go
0:30My buddy my buddy
0:32Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
0:35My buddy my buddy
0:37I lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple
0:39Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
0:45Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
0:47Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
0:50They ride with me when I'm past the mall
0:52Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball
0:55One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
0:57Gasp and crall
0:58You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
1:00Bring your buddy when it's time to roam （why ）
1:03Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
1:06My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
1:08He even got closet space inside of my home
1:09He ain't never been broke he glitchless
1:11So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
1:13Infared beam in the scope for distance
1:17The best company wouldn't proach in business
1:19He who ride with me to the end
1:21We all gotta friend
1:22And mine is a G-U-N
1:25My buddy my buddy Wherever I go he go
1:30My buddy my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
1:34My buddy my buddy i lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple
1:38My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
1:47Last Time he did the cops had the block all locked off
1:49Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
1:51My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
1:53She meet him his destination hell or heaven
1:55Cause I only bring em out for that 187
1:58He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
2:01He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
2:04Ms Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
2:06They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
2:09Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
2:11I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
2:15These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
2:16Keep f**kin' around they gon say hello to my little friend
2:23My buddy my buddy Wherever I go he go
2:28My buddy my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
2:33My buddy my buddy I lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple
2:36We been through it all yet we both still livin'
2:44We been in a box but we both still spittin'
2:48And when there was beef you even played your position
2:49Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
2:51At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
2:54Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
2:56And little did they know we was ready for war
2:58Bet that ni**a wished he'd never stick his head out the door
3:02See whenever you come out something happen on the block
3:04You the reason that ni**a done stop rappin' like Pac
3:07People see you ain't run and you even say sh*t
3:09They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
3:11Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
3:13When the first one get out the next one go
3:16To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
3:19The glock stay with me we friends till the end
My buddy my buddy Wherever I go he go My buddy my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy my buddy I lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam （why ） Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infared beam in the scope for distance The best company wouldn't proach in business He who ride with me to the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N My buddy my buddy Wherever I go he go My buddy my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy my buddy i lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off Last Time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can My finger tips sore for four hours I backround She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell Ms Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend Keep f**kin' around they gon say hello to my little friend My buddy my buddy Wherever I go he go My buddy my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy my buddy I lay your a** out mothaf**ka is simple We been through it all yet we both still livin' We been in a box but we both still spittin' And when there was beef you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know we was ready for war Bet that ni**a wished he'd never stick his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason that ni**a done stop rappin' like Pac People see you ain't run and you even say sh*t They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole When the first one get out the next one go To know where your headed you gotta know where you been The glock stay with me we friends till the end
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