Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: FreewayНазвание : What We DoДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop east coast rap roc-a-fella Видео:
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ft. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z [Freeway] Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It`s that real shit... [female singer, repeated throughout the verses] Even though what we do is wrong... We still hustle `til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It`s a cold winter Y`all niggaz better bundle up And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up Don`t you know cops` whole purpose is to lock us down? And throw away the key But without this drug shit your kids ain`t got no way to eat, huh? We still try to keep Mom...smilin`... Cuz when the teeth stop showin` and the stomach start growlin` Then the heat start flowin` If you from the hood I know you feel me ([Jay-Z:] Keep goin`...) If a sneak start leanin` and the heat stop workin` Then my heat start workin` I`m-a rob me a person Catch a nigga sleepin` while he out in the open...and I`m-a get him ([Jay-Z:] Keep flowin`...) We gotta raise our kids while we livin` Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder Nigga talk reckless then I hit `em with the Smif `n... But I`m never snitchin` I`m a rider If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen I`ll be wylin` til they pick me outta line-up... We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it I`m not tryin` to visit the morgue but Freeway move out `til I sit with the Lord `Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin` And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin` mang... Still deliver the order mang! And I ain`t talkin` bout chicken and gravy mang! I`m talkin` bout bricks `o ye-yo, halves and quarters 4 and a halves of hash you do the math Swing past us scoop up your daughter She wanna roll wit` a thug that rap, you do the math He won`t blast `til my stacks in order mang! [Jay-Z] ...MANG! Lemme get `em Free Hove never slackin` mang, zippin` in the black Range Faster than the red ghost, gettin` ghost wit` Pac-Mang One-time know a got a knack to get that change Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out Gotta kill witnesses `cause Free`s beard`s stickin` out Y`all don`t want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang... But I gotta feed Tianna mang... So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man Rain...sleet, hail...snow man Slang dough, E, hydro man... [Beanie Sigel] ...no, B. Sige in the third lane Gramps still prayin` workin on my nerves man... Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean... Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..." But still I cry tears of a hustler Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers... That`s above us, make beds for the babies Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers Shit I`ll probably be wylin` with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I`m ridin` for her father That`s like my brother, like same mother different father Any problems dog know I got `em And still we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day Real gangstas make hood holidays They ain`t thank us but we still paid homage mang Soul Food Sunday lookin` like Big Momma`s mang Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh! | Похожие исполнители:
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