This Goes Out (Letra)

Contribuição

This goes out to all them hustlers
Everybody out there making them ends meet
I ain’t mad at’cha
JE y’all, this goes out to everybody

This goes out to you, this goes out to you
(This goes out)
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
(I’m telling you this goes out)
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
(This goes out, hey)
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Some people sleep five to a bed
Three at the feet, two at the top
So I can’t really talk about how they should live
When I know in my heart if it came down to it
I’d be getting down the same as them
See Lord, tryna hustle must be something heaven sent
A lot of rent wouldn’t be made without this trade
That we call hustlin’

This goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin’ and strugglin’ just to get a dollar
I ain’t mad at’cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up cause they can’t touch you
This goes out to the girls in the streets
Like going all out just so their kids can eat
Like I ain’t mad at’cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up cause they can’t touch you
This goes out…

I used to be half between
Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn’t right
And now I’m looking back
And I think just do it or never did something
But I can tell you that
I’d probably take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfed
And that’s the way it is
This goes out to my homies, yeah

[Rap]
Uh, uh, uh
Ay yo I welcome the struggle
Like I welcome the hustle
Find the right one, take it and bubble
That’s on the muscle
I ain’t giving in, I’m trying to win
And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty
Then I’m sorry for sin
But the Fed don’t understand ain’t bred
So brothers gotta learn to bake to make bread
Chicks use their ass and shake to make breat
But I understand shorty keep them kids fed

This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 click
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this
Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toes
Dime pieces standing in line to show us their thongs
Went from riding six deep in a little ass jeep
To Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets
We gon’ ball till we fall
Cause we fadin’ em all
Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y’all

My homies, you can’t touch me
If you don’t really know
This goes out to my homies
You can’t touch me
If you don’t really know
This goes out to my homies
You can’t touch me
If you don’t really know
This goes out to my homies
You can’t touch me
If you don’t really know

This Goes Out (Letra)

Contribuição

Download

My mom and dem don’t like ya, my friends all think you triflin,
but I don’t feel quite like them, in fact I’m out to spite them,
the love we share is special, its on a whole
nother level, he’s firm with me, he’s gentle,
he’s intimate, yet mental

But he’s quick to flip,
he don’t understand, street but sweet,
my kinda man, goes to church,
might be a thug, he breaks me off,
shows alot of love, disrespect,
he’s off the heezy,
you don’t want that, please believe me,
thats the only way he knows how to show me how much he cares.

This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers,
chasin that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month,
child support, all non-voting, newport smoking,
I still got love for ya’ll and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller,
dry philly rollers, sitting on dubs, cristal poppin, loud talkin, frontin,
drunk in the club, live wit you mamma, always in drama,
I still got love for yall.

Somebody’s always hatin, there always sittin around waitin,
til you make a new mistake and get sent back
upstate and so they can just say that "I told ya"
"Shoulda listened when I told ya",
So I’ll cry on their shoulder,
They’ll be so glad its over.

But he’quick to flip, he don’t understand,
street but sweet, my kinda man, goes to church, might be a thug,
He breaks me off, shows alot of love,
disrespect, he’s off the heezy, you don’t want that,
you gotta believe me, thats the only
way he knows how to show me how much he cares.

This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers,
chasin that dough, bad baby daddies,
1st of the month, child support, all non-voting, newport smoking,
I still got love for yall and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller,
dry philly rollers, sittin on dubs, cristal poppin,
loud talkin, frontin, drunk in the club,
live wit yo mamma, always in drama, I still got love for yall…

This Goes Out (Letra)

Download

[Nelly]
Uh, Yeah
Ohh-Ohh
What we have herre?
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh

[Hook 1: Nelly]
This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Candy paint on d’s and fo’s

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip-Hop, kid and nap
Snoop Dogg ‘Lac wit the diamond in the back
I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin’ and I’m Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I’m just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to
Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em
I aint dyin’ but yo I’m definitely fight for em
And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em
And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin
Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..

[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo’s

[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Naps, rock, skit
West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack
Swerve in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that place known worldwide
It’s the Westside..
Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack
Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car full of “blat”
Why A’s decay, we way hard ok?
I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin’ the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic

[Hook 3: Nelly]
This goes out to my East Coast crew
Now hold ya E’s up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Rock ya hoodies and Timbo’s

[Verse 3: Cardan]
Yo, Yo, step in the party like..
Sippin’ on Bacardi like..
I hooked up wit the ‘Tics they like…
It’s gettin’ frisky for me
Girls, they strippin for me
Lil’ Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)
I gettin brain and, pimpin’ I cant complainin’
It’s crazy I can’t explain it, it’s the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin’ this track cuz we gonna rock and roll
I huff and puff until my indo’s gone
So I, get to stompin’ wit my Timbo’s on
We might be floppin’ homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City
We forever runnin’ round, here forever creepin’
Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin’
I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y’all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)

[Hook 4: Nelly]
This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows

[Bridge: Lil’ Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you goddamn click up – [repeat 2X]
We gon drink a fifth of hen
And we gon rock it to this bitch – [repeat 2X]
We represent that Dirty
We aint expectin’ no shit – [repeat 2X]
We wild out in the club
Same click we don’t give a fuck – [repeat 2X]

[Verse 5: Lil’ Wayne]
Lil’ Weezy, fuckin’ Baby, 5’4″ fo’
4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh)
I’m a fly young nigga, ho South cold’s great
Stay low when get cake, oh..
Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take myself pride
It’s Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5
I represent that Money
I aint scared to throw my click up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
I’m screwed up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch
I’m from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo’ in my pants
Give you this respect
I’m still mackin’, you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath

This Goes Out (Letra)

3lw

Download

this goes out
To all them hustlers
Everybody out there
Making them ends meet
I ain’t mad at’cha
J.e. yall
This goes out to everybody
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out
I’m telling you this goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya

V1 some people sleep five to a bed
Three at the feet
Two at the top
So really can’t talk
About how they should live
When i know in my heart
If it came down to it
I be getting down
The same as them
See lord
Tryna hustle
Must be something
That was heaven sent
A lot of rent
Wouldn’t be paid
Without this trade
That we call hustlin
Yall yall

Hook
This goes out
To the kat’s
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do somehtin
Hold your head up
Cause they can’t hurt’cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That’s goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they can’t touch you

V2 i use to be
At the point
Going out on the road
Doing things
That i know
Just wasn’t right
And i’m now
I’m looking back
No not afraid to tell it no
Just i never did say it
But i can tell you that
I’d rather take a bullet
In my head
Than leave myl family unfed
And that’s the way it is
This goes out to my homies

Hook
This goes out to the kats
Ont the corners
Stressin and strugglin
Just to get a dollar
I ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they can’t hurt’cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That’s goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they can’t touch you

Tatu:
A yo
I welcome the struggle
Like i welcome the hustle
Find the right one
Take it an bubble
That’s on the muscle
I ain’t given in
I’m trying to win
And if i gotta get my hands a little dirty
I’m sorry for sin
But the fam don’t understand
Ain’t no bread
So brotha’s have to learn to bake to make bread
Chicks use they ass to shake to make bread
But i ain’t mad at’cha
Shawty keep them kids fed

Duke:
This goes out to my whole 581clique
I often remeniss
When we just dreamed of dis
Big cars
Fine homes
Girls with nice tones
Dime pieces
Standing in line to show us the thong
Went from riding six deep
In a little ass jeep
To cadalic trucks
And benzs prowlin the streets
We gone ball til we fall
Cause we fading all
Put your glasses in the air
This goes out yo yall

Hook
This goes out
To the kat’s
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do something
Dohld your head up
Cause they can’t hurt’cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That’s goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain’t mad at’cha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they can’t tough you

This Goes Out (Letra)

Contribuição

#Compartilhe

This Goes Out (Letra)

Contribuição

#Compartilhe

This Goes Out (Letra)

#Compartilhe

This Goes Out (Letra)

3lw

#Compartilhe