Tattle Teller - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词

歌曲	Tattle Teller - Album Version (Explicit)
歌手	Tony Yayo
专辑	Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Bernard, Clervoix, Hall, Oates ...
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	There's rats in the street and rats in the jail
	In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
	Shit, Steven
	Seagal, I used to love his karate
	But even he snitched, he told on
	Peter Gotti
	Pillow talk wit'cha girl about that
	German Ruger
	Got her in a small room with the prosecutor
	Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns
	And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
	D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay
	And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
	Kingpin charges and that
	RICO lawGot agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
	And people tellin' on you that you never saw
	Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
	The game over, man everybody wanna snitch
	Fat cat and
	Alpo nigga started this shit
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Be careful what you ask for,
	Joe got bagged
	He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
	Now he rattin' on his co-d's, snitchin' on his homies
	To government officials and
	D.S. attorneys
	He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
	The brawl in
	B-more in the stall with them shorties
	Out of town trips, cocaine connects
	He told about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
	He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
	He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
	He told on himself and told on his right hand
	He talked about taxes and credit card scams
	Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
	But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
	He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
	Now he in
	Fort Dix with a man's dick on him
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
	Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones that's rat
	Nicky Barnes and
	Alpo, cat and freeze
	I heard ta-ta tellin' just to get that cheese
	Pipe on death row, they told on
	PeteThey the reason that pistol ain't on the street
	Chris Portello, yeah he used to **** with
	MadonnaThe south beach king is, federal informer
	Homey watch the corner, slingin' that crack
	That kid C
	K told on
	O G mackSammy the bull man, he the biggest of them all
	He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
	Italian Joe
	Camby, he messed up the game
	He tellin' on his people like
	Saddam Hussein
	So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit'cha fellas
	Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	And the Sammy the bull award goes to
	Fat Joe

	zuo qu : Bernard, Clervoix, Hall, Oates ...
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	There' s rats in the street and rats in the jail
	In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
	Shit, Steven
	Seagal, I used to love his karate
	But even he snitched, he told on
	Peter Gotti
	Pillow talk wit' cha girl about that
	German Ruger
	Got her in a small room with the prosecutor
	Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns
	And there' s nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
	D. A. don' t play, giving life off of hearsay
	And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
	Kingpin charges and that
	RICO lawGot agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
	And people tellin' on you that you never saw
	Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
	The game over, man everybody wanna snitch
	Fat cat and
	Alpo nigga started this shit
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Be careful what you ask for,
	Joe got bagged
	He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
	Now he rattin' on his cod' s, snitchin' on his homies
	To government officials and
	D. S. attorneys
	He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
	The brawl in
	Bmore in the stall with them shorties
	Out of town trips, cocaine connects
	He told about the ratchets, fo' fifths and tecs
	He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
	He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
	He told on himself and told on his right hand
	He talked about taxes and credit card scams
	Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
	But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
	He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
	Now he in
	Fort Dix with a man' s dick on him
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
	Them wolves in lamb' s clothing is the ones that' s rat
	Nicky Barnes and
	Alpo, cat and freeze
	I heard tata tellin' just to get that cheese
	Pipe on death row, they told on
	PeteThey the reason that pistol ain' t on the street
	Chris Portello, yeah he used to with
	MadonnaThe south beach king is, federal informer
	Homey watch the corner, slingin' that crack
	That kid C
	K told on
	O G mackSammy the bull man, he the biggest of them all
	He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
	Italian Joe
	Camby, he messed up the game
	He tellin' on his people like
	Saddam Hussein
	So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit' cha fellas
	Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	And the Sammy the bull award goes to
	Fat Joe

	zuò qǔ : Bernard, Clervoix, Hall, Oates ...
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	There' s rats in the street and rats in the jail
	In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
	Shit, Steven
	Seagal, I used to love his karate
	But even he snitched, he told on
	Peter Gotti
	Pillow talk wit' cha girl about that
	German Ruger
	Got her in a small room with the prosecutor
	Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns
	And there' s nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
	D. A. don' t play, giving life off of hearsay
	And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
	Kingpin charges and that
	RICO lawGot agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
	And people tellin' on you that you never saw
	Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
	The game over, man everybody wanna snitch
	Fat cat and
	Alpo nigga started this shit
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Be careful what you ask for,
	Joe got bagged
	He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
	Now he rattin' on his cod' s, snitchin' on his homies
	To government officials and
	D. S. attorneys
	He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
	The brawl in
	Bmore in the stall with them shorties
	Out of town trips, cocaine connects
	He told about the ratchets, fo' fifths and tecs
	He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
	He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
	He told on himself and told on his right hand
	He talked about taxes and credit card scams
	Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
	But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
	He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
	Now he in
	Fort Dix with a man' s dick on him
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
	Them wolves in lamb' s clothing is the ones that' s rat
	Nicky Barnes and
	Alpo, cat and freeze
	I heard tata tellin' just to get that cheese
	Pipe on death row, they told on
	PeteThey the reason that pistol ain' t on the street
	Chris Portello, yeah he used to with
	MadonnaThe south beach king is, federal informer
	Homey watch the corner, slingin' that crack
	That kid C
	K told on
	O G mackSammy the bull man, he the biggest of them all
	He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
	Italian Joe
	Camby, he messed up the game
	He tellin' on his people like
	Saddam Hussein
	So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit' cha fellas
	Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	I ain' t your friend, you a tattle teller
	You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
	You coward nigga, you teller nigga
	Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
	And the Sammy the bull award goes to
	Fat Joe

Tattle Teller - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词

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