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Артист: AliНазвание : Ore-Ore-OДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap rap francais french dirty south french rap Видео:
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C`mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) Hey, uh, it`s Lee I`m amazin`, original Asian Lime blazin` hatin`ll get you nowhere, but get me Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion My temperature`s raisin`, nigga for days and days Minutes I was just I been waitin` From a shine, to reduce your regrimes Dimes to raisins, you talkin` Me? Naw naw player I`m sparklin` Straight up parkin`, hoppin` out with a Eagle barkin` (Pop pop) Money, my car chop chop Hot spot for the jewels, man I`m keepin` the Glock You might get popped, I`m good ain`t no duckin` the dot 2000 number J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh Should let you know, I`ma bring it really raw It be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really raw Come again now (Chorus: Ali) Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you real, let me hear you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you all about your paper then you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you real, let me hear you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) (Ali) I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take For heaven`s sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate And I`m gon` get it, whether it be rap-rockin` if not It`s back to crack-poppin` out the back of the barbershop No holds barred, back streets to boulevards Gain way, throwin` house parties in the PJ`s Cars square village, love joy lane Buddha 88 man it`s still the same I can`t complain, I know niggas that lost they brain Got they chest removed, straight vestibules Don`t test a fool, who ain`t got shit to lose That ain`t cool, now he gotta rep off of you That`s why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach I ain`t a thug, so nigga I ain`t gon` start that now I`m Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound (Chorus: Ali) (Ali) You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin` way Okay first, my team a hundred deep at least Respected highly on the street Cause we don`t start no beef, in the club Murphy suede, human grenade And some handmade, hide the haze Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted E`er word I speak I`m in it Hip hop; we in it, from now until infinite We like ten foster kids bringin` daddy business We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo in the club we post the Guinness We had the guard spook one of my gods then broke loose Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles We fold up chairs in a tussle Outside we gon` put somethin` harder than muscles (Chorus: Ali) Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) | Похожие исполнители:
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