ENTA DA STAGE Songtext
von Black Moon
ENTA DA STAGE Songtext
Jump up
All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin' it back, back to the original crook
Flippin' the hook like flippin' a book
Niggas know my style 'cause I be buck wildin' on Franklin
It's time for Buck 'cause you're dead and stinkin'
The original comin' through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin' your back
And breakin' the fact that your act is a shitty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
So ease out, selector, play that shit
For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So Polly, I'ma give you every page
Bustin' the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
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Jump up
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Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it
Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it from the front
Ugh, from the back, ugh
Load the clip, hit 'em up with the back in his fuckin' back
You better run, fucker
The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
Buckshot, come test me if you want dead
And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
So I can see shit slow
I'm bringin' it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch
I own the flow, you know I mastered it
What, picture a nigga droppin' me
Ain't shit stoppin' me, you're cockin' me
I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas
At the count of three, squeeze your trigger
On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook
From the book, hook after hook, after hook
You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny
Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin' it back, back to the original crook
Flippin' the hook like flippin' a book
Niggas know my style 'cause I be buck wildin' on Franklin
It's time for Buck 'cause you're dead and stinkin'
The original comin' through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin' your back
And breakin' the fact that your act is a shitty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
So ease out, selector, play that shit
For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So Polly, I'ma give you every page
Bustin' the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
If you want it, bring on your army, troop, I'm with it
Now your girl is all over my dick because I hit it from the front
Ugh, from the back, ugh
Load the clip, hit 'em up with the back in his fuckin' back
You better run, fucker
The original is a real gun lover, word to mother
Buckshot, come test me if you want dead
And if the weed is good it gotta hit my head
So I can see shit slow
I'm bringin' it down to the highs and the lows of the flow
A mind master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch
I own the flow, you know I mastered it
What, picture a nigga droppin' me
Ain't shit stoppin' me, you're cockin' me
I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas
At the count of three, squeeze your trigger
On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook
From the book, hook after hook, after hook
You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne
Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny
Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun
Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)
Jump up
(Enta da stage, enta da stage)
Writer(s): Kenyatta Blake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com