Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Nappy RootsНазвание : One FortyДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop dirty south southern rap Видео:
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No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed Cuz I`m tryin to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I`m talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I`m a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there`s mouths to feed and there`s bills to pay, somethin gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair`s a mess I don`t bother to shave, I walk around bare chest like a candy face, like I`m wearin a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps I`m all for the cause, ready to die next I`m all for the cause, ready to die next.. [Chorus] We don`t even talk about it we live it, we live it (How you gon` tell me how to live my life?) (Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it (How you gon` tell me how to live my life?) (Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life) [Chorus Part 2] - 2X (This life?) - it`s mine (It`s yours?) - it`s mine (That`s right) - it`s mine (That`s yours) - this mine [B. Stille] Now ah, when I was a, young man There was a couple of things poppa put in my head Never; sit down when ya need to stand Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans Poppa, what`s that inside ya glass? "Don`t do as I do boy, do as I ask" See ah - do it right if ya gon` do it that fast and - don`t do it if ya gon` do it half-assed Well, since then I been an over-achiever Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers And I`m broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger Cuz I need to come up, ah I`m just a dreamer A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors "Boy you ain`t worth..." like student like teacher [Chorus] [Chorus Pt. 2] - 2X [Skinny DeVille] Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall No comb, no fade, no nothin at all I`ll give a finger for the haters and one for the law Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y`all Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call Hit the liquor sto`, makin mo`, fifth and I pause Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most `Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone Didn`t see that shit comin like a truck in the fall [Chorus] [Chorus Pt. 2] - 2X [R. Prophit] Lemme hear ya say... Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz... It`s that life B, gotta make that choice... It`s all on you... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say... | Похожие исполнители:
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