Down Bottom Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

Oh, damn now bop to this oh 

Yeah y'all know what this is 

Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on 

And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah 

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops 

Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop 

Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop 

Nigga you don't want my paper drop 

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it 

Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you 

Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you 

I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag 

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab 

Nigga fuck that you better bust back 

'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at 

Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash 

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black 

All you can do is cuss back and read back 

How you bust gats nigga we don't need that 

I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag 

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house 

Nigga where the keys at nigga? 

Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at? 

Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger 

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders 

And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz 

Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow 

And when you fell your nose crack 

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po 

Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know 

You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles 

And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright 

Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe 

And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike 

And make sure he got all the yeah, aight? 

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me 

Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me 

I'm workin' wit some change, yeah 

And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah 

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah 

Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game 

But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah 

Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah 

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks 

Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit 

Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then 

Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out 

When it come to my gun my shells is out 

You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out 

I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out 

East, west the right this for my niggaz up north 

My guns made in China so you better dust off 

'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup 

I always got chedder I never ass bet ya' 

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better 

My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last 

I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta 

Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather 

Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch 

Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her 

Be like a dog with a bone I run with her 

Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin' 

Like y'all don't know my flows fire 

Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits 

Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot 

When they come you better hope they don't name you 

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you 

Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you 

'Fore I have your spirits with the angels 

My shorty keep a gun on the ankles 

Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you 

'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell 

But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt 

Who evers wit you is gonna jail 

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha 

You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha 

Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best 

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns 

Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 

It's for the north, head south, head east, head west 

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best