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Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap hip hop

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[Intro]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
one you done when I see (see) you (you)

[Chorus]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
one you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
one (run) you done when I see you
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
one you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
one (run) you done when I see (see) you (you)

[Verse 1]
Ay, what it is, the king back in the buildin`
Still stackin` and buildin`, you still rappin` to children
Jeopardizin` your deals, caught up buyin` your wheels
Like its back when we was little and its still time to kill
Quit displayin` your skills, way underpayin` bills
Spend a day in the Ville, on how you saying you real
Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain`t deservin`
My lifestyle`s urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24`s, 20 hoes giving head, I`m swervin`
Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous
I`m shell-shocked, black eye, like I been in the service
Clean, cut, and preserved, but I told George Gervin
The closest thing your hoe seen, in picture perfect
The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin (???)
The dream I stop `fore I seen the top (nigga)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I treat the beats like the streets, I`ma do what I want to
I ain`t gotta confront you, I`ll kill if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil nigga swearin` he bad, eat him for lunch too
Funk you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you
Niggaz sucka punch down one of you niggaz
I was being nice at first, now I`m runnin` through niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz
Cuz you ain`t representin` the south, you just embarassin`
See you on t.v. in New York, them niggaz laughin`
The reason why D.J.`s ain`t have a clue I was fabulous
Now days not playin` my record well, hell its hazardous
All this cussin` for some loud discussions, outta my character
Bussin` these niggaz melons, and threatenin` all of they managers
P.$.C.`s Atlanta, so how you playin` and handlin`
Gorillas with bananas without playin` and banishin`
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a while to comprehend, that all sunk in
On the low deal a mil, I ain`t done come again
Room dead, scene fled, `fore the feds runnin` in

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Comin` live from the Terra-Dome
Shinin` lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight with mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Gimme a day and its gone, a brick of yeh and its on
You have neva known, me to run
`Less I`m gunnin` at niggaz domes
And runnin` them out they own
Territory, every story gotta flipside to it
And your disc ain`t shit unless the click ride to it
And I`ma show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, bank heads, (???) valley
Every crack and every alley sellin` crack
And every time diggin` hairier
Every Kim, Sue, Sally, til I tally up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my partnas really all that I got
I`m not, playin` at all, I`m sprayin` `em all
This K`ll chop `em down to size, cuz they say that I`m small man
Pussycats can`t worry the dog
Keep throwin` stones at the throne, I`ma bury you all man
Know, you faggot niggaz hate that I`m ballin`
Makin` 30k a day and blow it all at the mall, and man I
Can`t relate to what you rap on stage, nigga
Cuz I been sellin` yeh since I was Bow Wow`s age nigga
Hear my daddy and my cousin talkin` to me from the grave
And all they say is "Young nigga get paid!"

[Chorus] - 2X

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