Dusturbing Tha Peace Posted Lyrics

Posted Lyrics

Album: Golden Grain

 

 

 (feat. Shawnna)

 

 [Shawnna talking]

 Posted... aah... mo'fucca...

 Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...

 Posted... haah... mo'fucca...

 Posted... c'mon... yo...

 

 [Verse 1]

 I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club

 With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club

 I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club

 And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club

 Tryina see who they can freak in the club

 A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club

 Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club

 Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club

 Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club

 See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club

 When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club

 White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club

 Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club

 Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club

 For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club

 And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club

 And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club

 You can't breathe in the club

 It's called...

 

 [Chorus]

 Posted...

 Post in the back, post in the front

 Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt

 Post in the window, blowin' tha indo

 Post with my kinfolk

 Post in the cut

 Post in the back, post in the front

 Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt

 Post in the window, blowin' tha indo

 Post with my kinfolk

 Post in the cut

 

 [Verse 2]

 Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit

 Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit

 I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??

 E'rry nigga finna swore they here

 We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack

 With a 50-pack and some 20's

 Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's

 Ain't got no time for these bitchez cuz it's over now

 You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now

 Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou'

 Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style

 Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me

 Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me

 Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami

 Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi

 Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit

 Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch

 That's why I'm....

 

 [Repeat Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3]

 When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit

 Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz

 This fo' ??

 All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz

 It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter

 Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter

 Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under

 Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover

 Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots

 See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch

 Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks

 It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop

 We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it

 Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness

 I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness

 All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this

 It's called...

 

 [Repeat Chorus 2X]