Drag-on - Tell Your Friends Lyrics
[Drag talking]Yah, I'm back niggazHa Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy[Drag]I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hoodMy gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy woodDrag is under rated, my coke is heavy weightedY'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face inCoughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugsI'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threesSo getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee'sI've been shot three movies, my deal comin soonI'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soonAnd I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancerSo I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answerProlly never get a Grammy never get an OscarBut I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar'sI aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who didI know your *****, get at 'em Kiss[Chorus: repeat X2]Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)Especially when your team wining like the Lakers[Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a niggaYou only alive, on strength of another niggaI've been nice all my F'in lifeA big house I only slept in twiceRhymes so dope, that it should be kept in riceThe mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second lifeNigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the trackAnd beat it up like I produced the trackSo another line bout a gun mother*****erAnd I'ma pass one to you, blast one through youYou don't got adrenaline, ass run through youI run through cash, cash run through youI could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myselfI don't know wuts worse a hate or a fagDouble R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag[Chorus: repeat X2]Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)Especially when your team winin like the Lakers[Drag]I was hated by many, loved by fewBut respected by all, so ***** all y'allY'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this dealI don't give a ***** what y'all feel, foreal forealThis rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugsI rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugsCuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shieldSee he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcpI'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on meI got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plushDrugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushedSpring is back, along with DragI juss coped a light jacket and the longest JagI'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm backY'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back[Chorus: repeat X3]Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)
