笨小笨Riata Dada歌词由EST Gee演唱，出自专辑《Bigger Than Life Or Death》，下面是《Riata Dada》完整版歌词！
Riata Dada歌词完整版
Riata Dada - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Joshua Luellen/Hunter Brown/Bryan Lamar Simmons
Composed by：George Stone III/Joshua Luellen/Hunter Brown/Bryan Lamar Simmons
Ain't s**t f**kin' with me
I'm nothin' like these rap n***as
Real street n***a
5500 made man
Yeah
I'm the real thing
Yeah
I can't vouch for them
But they can vouch for me
Legend of Riata Dada
Came up sellin' hank and w**d
I can't make no opps not diss Lil Dead
But I can make 'em bleed
Paper right and I ain't fightin'
You in a gunfight with a steak knife
Police know they need helicopters tryna stop us 'cause I'm gon' yank
Right
When I move
It's a chopper scene like the opera
I send a b***h n***a to the doctor
I was tryna stop you
But all that s**t you pop make it impossible
Guccis on me
Semi spit like a run-on sentence
It ain't no comma
If I wasn't this
Then I probably been done signed with DJ Drama
But I'm thuggin' and I'm shinin'
F**k with coke
I roll with Gotti
When he met me
I had sixty
All fifty stuffed in my pocket
Before I signed it
Me and all my partners
Diamond chains and watches
We like mobsters
Only difference
We sip syrup with our pasta
Aim is true
He's clocked in
I watched brethen drop it
Then he locked it
Pay him whack his partner
N***as snakes
But I'm an anaconda
I make sure that's proper
Way more with the cut
It ain't Hydroxy'
But I made it
Mama
Couldn't save you first
You know I'm sorry
This s**t hypnotized me
Only thing excite me is a body
He be acting cocky like we ain't shoot at him when he's with his mama
This a blackout
Give you to my lil' partner
He flip n***as' Honda
N***a coolin'
We done mucked they shooter
F**ked up they lil' roster
I was nappin' chronic 'til I got a book
I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar
Hit it two
Three times and it's still proper
Get that strong white
Call this batch a boxer
Ivan Drago
Did I really leave the streets alone to rap
I ain't decided
Hit your partner top
He squirmin' just like fishes outta water
I ain't got advice
Just hit the trap and pray you make it out it
I had sleepless nights
Can't let 'em sneak me twice
I gotta watch 'em
Get a move
Turn off your phone
We finna slide
Pop my yopper
They be wildin' 'til we hit they blocks
Then n***as playin' possum
N***as bold like we ain't takin' souls and puttin' 'em with my mama
And don't pat me at no shows
I got my gun and I get hot there
I'm from Louisville
Where we wet our Blacks and sip raw out the bottle
I don't care how much he did
He rat
He do not get acknowledged
I'm the same n***a used to play pitch back
Talkin' with Fat Chris on Redondo
Now I'm twelve floors up with a thick slut getting my d**k sucked in a condo
D**k sucked in a condo
B***h n***a
5500 made man
EST
Big Gee
N***a
You hear this s**t
N***a
Real street n***a
You know
Play me like no rapper
Jump off stage on one of you n***as
