We Got That lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : We Got That



 Send "We Got That" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Drag-On] (Warren G)

C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)

Flame on (Double R, baby)

Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon



[Drag-On]

Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them
up in duct tape

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush
grapes

I make the hardest shed a tear

Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here

Two over there, fuck playin' fair!

Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to
tear

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here

Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell?

Y'all ain't goin' nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty ground

And I don't care how you livin' it up

I even got dead niggas shiverin' up

You can bet I come diggin' you up

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run
by

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed
and focus

The one open is at the tip of the nose

When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes

Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark

Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead
park



[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Eve]

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit
mean?

Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams

Since I had a snotty scream

Was taught to die in a red beam

Never ask when I need cash

I'm a customer, I snatch your cream

Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door

Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over

I'm causing early retirements

Cuz you blast last when I'm firing

Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in

Went from the full house to the raw house

To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out

Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out

You don't want my gun to go pow-pow

Well, I'ma have your face the same color

As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga

These ain't water pistols- they shoot many
missles

And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to
the grissle

Only I knew how it was gonna come

Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son

I'm takin' e'eryone



[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Shadow]

Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the
truth

See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook?

POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my
mother

Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her
that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring

Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
fiend

Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife

Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump
me

Came home, of course as the king of my throne

Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with
coley

My demo was better than a lot of y'all
records

Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun
go

I murdered some quick for dough

Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow

I lock shop when I come through with the blue
tops

Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked



[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Warren G]

See now, there it go

Y'all got it

The East Coast West Coast collabo

Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff
Ryders

Eve, my nigga Drag-On

Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like that for
y'all

In the '99