Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Dead PrezНазвание : Hip-HopДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop underground hip-hop political Видео:
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Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh All my dogs... [Hook] It`s bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip.. It`s bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip-hop [M1] Uh, one thing `bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls yo` brain I know better than that, that`s game And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack Matter of fact, who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats, it don`t reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock `n` roll Whether your project`s put on hold In the real world; these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Against the real world *echos* It`s bigger than all these fake-ass records When po` folks got the millions and my woman`s disrespected If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do; if that don`t work, then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter Or you wanna jus` get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit` a wire I`m gon` know it when I play it [Hook] [stic.man] Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don`t get them, they gon` get us all I`m down for runnin` up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y`all - all my dogs stay real Nigga, don`t think these record deals gon` feed your seeds And pay your bills, because they not MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin` `bout how much money they got; all y`all records sound the same I`m sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material Y`all don`t here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance? A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom? Still a nigga like me don`t playa-hate, I just stay awake This real hip-hop; and it don`t stop `til we get the po-po off the block They call it... [Hook 2x] [Repeat 6x] D.P.`s got that crazy shit We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit (*"They call it, call it, call it" -> stic.man*) (*"Fake, fake, fake records" -> M1*) | Похожие исполнители:
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