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B.w.p. Wanted text (songtext, liedtext)

Künstler: B.w.p. songtexte
Song Titel: Wanted songtext
Album: Other liedtext

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TM = Tanisha Michelle
L = Lyndah

Verse 1:
[L]
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I can't help to agree with Eazy-E
Why the police always ****ing with me
And my man, when we was driving
First thing I hear are ****ing sirens
Pull the shit over to the ****ing curb
Goddam, I'm sick of those words
Looking for the dope that I'm holding
Or even checking for shit that's stolen
'Cause I'm black it's ****ed when I'm rolling
That don't mean that my shit is stolen
Searching my car illegally
Fucking ain't right it belong to me
What. a nigga can't have nice shit?
Man, suck my ****ing dick!
Yo, that's a waste of search
Shit, they went in my ****ing purse
Mother****ing police always hawking
Rather see me and my nigga walking
Got nice shit, and I'm going to flaunt it
Now me and my nigga is
[L & TM]
Wanted

Verse 2:
[L]
Now you want to do a frisk and shit
Feeling my ass, and squeezing my tit
Mother****ing dick probably getting hard
Fucking police, swear to God
Now you want and go rip out the seats
I just bought the mother****ing car last week
Asking me questions, do I steal like father?
All the money and the dope, that's my ****ing job
Fuck you say, you ain't said shit
Now the nigga go pull out a stick
Like he found some ass to kick
Beating on niggaz played out in the past
That's me and my ma and we smoke that ass
Call my nigga a bitch, hit him with a stick
I couldn't believe that shit
Me and my man, yeah we stayed cool
'Cause we knew just what the **** to do
In jail tonight? We ain't with it
Just give me the ****ing ticket
Mother****ing police always hawking
Rather see me and my nigga walking
We got nice shit, and we going to flaunted
[L & TM]
Me and my nigga is wanted

Verse 2:
[L]
I'm the dope giver, dope deliverer
I give bitch out the smoked out niggaz
Now why in the **** you wasting our time
I got to make another drop by nine
So put the mother****ing cease on the rack
Then the bitch police stepped out the back
Stepping over to me, like she all that
But all that shit is meaningless
So then I had to diss
Get the **** out my face, you dumb ass bitch
Flashing that mother****ing badge and shit
Why you ****ing with us, we ain't done nothing?
But the bitch start handcuffing
Then she got tough, and they all bum rush me
But Lyndah ain't that ****ing easy
My body all bend for the four grams coke
And I was swinging like a mother****ing dope
But finally, I was slammed to the ground
It took eight police to knock me down
Then the bitch put her foot on my head
And said, nighty night, you're going straight to bed
In the ankle, is where I bit the bitch
Before you knew it, I was back in the mix
Stood to my feet, I said, just you and me
So drop the mother****ing piece
Dumb ass hoe done dropped her gat
Pulled out the deuce from the small of my crack
I shot the mother****ing bitch in blue
Going down, boy, is all she knew
So I ran, yeah, back to my man
And the ****ing police got on the scan
Radioed in for a force of cops
'Cause the bitch kept ****ing, pop, pop, pop
Then my man pulled out a ****ing AK
Popped in a clip and he started to spray
The two of us together just ****ed up shit
Now me and my nigga is
[L & TM]
Wanted

[TM]
Ooh yeah, she ****ed them up
She ****ed all of them up
But they was ****ing with her face
See I saw the whole thing I seen
Everything right
She was just walking down the street
Her and her old man was riding in the car
And they was minding they own business
And here come them punk mother****ers
Trying to check them for drugs and shit
They always thinking that black people got drugs and shit
Trying to stop the money
I'm glad the mother****ers out
But that's what they get!
And now your ass ****ed with now, mother****er
Ha ha!

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