《Who Could It Be (Explicit)》歌词

[00:04:50] Who Could It Be (feat. Guerilla Maab) - Z-RO

[00:04:50] [Hook - 2x

[00:04:50] Who could it be (who could it be)

[00:04:50] But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)

[00:04:50] And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine)

[00:04:50] Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)

[00:04:50] [Trae

[00:04:50] The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it won't stop

[00:04:50] We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top

[00:04:50] With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped

[00:04:50] F**k around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out

[00:04:50] Do you really, wanna f**k around wit us

[00:04:50] Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us

[00:04:50] Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter

[00:04:50] Ni**a we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas

[00:04:50] Raw niggaz, on the block affiliated with drug dealers

[00:04:50] Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz

[00:04:50] You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged ni**a

[00:04:50] On the microphone with flow, you get drugged ni**a

[00:04:50] You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine

[00:04:50] I'm ready for any ni**a, that wanna get out of line

[00:04:50] I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind

[00:04:50] When a red light shine, go and lay it down

[00:04:50] Who the niggaz that wanna talk down

[00:04:50] Who the b**ch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face

[00:04:50] Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase

[00:04:50] Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case

[00:04:50] In the race we done did that, candy blue

[00:04:50] In the lap, wearing a black hat f**k that

[00:04:50] Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon

[00:04:50] And ni**a, we number one

[00:04:50] [Hook - 2x

[00:04:50] [Dougie D

[00:04:50] I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it to you raw

[00:04:50] I ain't even fin to play, with you motherf**kers

[00:04:50] I'm a motherf**ker, that'll be packing a glock

[00:04:50] Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head busta

[00:04:50] I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt

[00:04:50] Making motherf**kers slide out, need to hide out

[00:04:50] F**k around with the wrong ni**a, pull the nine out

[00:04:50] Leave a motherf**ker crispy, burned and fried out

[00:04:50] Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm

[00:04:50] Like a ni**a be smoking up on, good green fur

[00:04:50] F**king em up in the first round, yes sir

[00:04:50] I'm just so cold, I make a ni**a say burr

[00:04:50] Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked

[00:04:50] With the Lil' Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk

[00:04:50] We M double A-B, now little b**ch what

[00:04:50] On a treaty the microphone, we ain't no punk

[00:04:50] Dougie D so thoed, and they already know

[00:04:50] The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo

[00:04:50] Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun

[00:04:50] I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb

[00:04:50] I got a click of motherf**kers, putting words on the run

[00:04:50] And when you thought it was over, ni**a it just begun

[00:04:50] And when you hear this sh*t, ni**a don't you bump

[00:04:50] When you feel you ready, ni**a then come get some

[00:04:50] [Hook - 2x

[00:04:50] [Cl'Che

[00:04:50] Got em all asking, who could it be

[00:04:50] That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E

[00:04:50] The classified lady, sho nuff

[00:04:50] Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed

[00:04:50] Sitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flows

[00:04:50] And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do'

[00:04:50] For my Southeastern pros, f**k it let's show em that we could

[00:04:50] Swang the 4's, I'm on a mission steady trying to get the cream

[00:04:50] Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team

[00:04:50] Doing things, making mo' money than you ever seen

[00:04:50] While you watching me, on your big screen

[00:04:50] BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery

[00:04:50] Now everybody know me, Cl'Che make you lose your mind

[00:04:50] Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classified's on your mind

[00:04:50] Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me

[00:04:50] Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me

[00:04:50] [Hook - 2x

[00:04:50] [Z-Ro

[00:04:50] Who could it be, blowing on doja

[00:04:50] Consuming codeine, cause I'm just a soldier

[00:04:50] That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy

[00:04:50] These fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavy

[00:04:50] The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto

[00:04:50] I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can't let go

[00:04:50] I'm thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do

[00:04:50] Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh

[00:04:50] I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana

[00:04:50] My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa

[00:04:50] And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G

[00:04:50] Really though y'all don't know me, I will make you die slowly

[00:04:50] [Hook - 3x