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Артист: Mac DreНазвание : Fish Head StewДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop bay area hyphy west coast rap Видео:
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I`m a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me I done bust niggaz in the grill and had `em wearin partials Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls It`s called survival and only the strong can survive And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive Strive to stay alive, can`t let no nigga smudder me Got to stay f-r-double e and keep these bitches lovin me Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack I stacks fat cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese ( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin You`ll get your show cancelled like Keenan and Ivory Wayans [Chorus] I`m just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions Oh, you ain`t knowin, what is you, new? Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Mac Dre shake broke hoes with bolos and kids Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge And hope she land in shark-infested waters Heartless, takin over turfs like Nino did to Corace Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker But now I`m free they see payback`s a motherfucker I`m sickenin, like dickin all they daughters and nieces Now CO`s and PO`s want me restin in pieces Gettin peace is so hard that it`ll make your nose bleed And I been smokin since niggaz was on gold weed Born to be a player, rhyme sayer and clock grits Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks Quick to kick a bitch to the curb And get back with her on a 33rd I never worry, never worry, it`s all copastetic Got mo` game than needed insulin in a diabetic [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe Blindin `em with science like Thomas Dolby Pullin on black MI, sippin top-shelf Cuevo Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel Stable full of money-makin stallions Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians Shrimp scampi eater Peter Long [] Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons Strapped, armed, ready, ain`t nobody goosin me Got ( ? ) where the airbags used to be Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege Hennessy is like Popeye`s spinach I`m ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight I dot eyes and have `em wearin they sunglasses at night Fool, that`s real, that ain`t no frontin Them punk-ass niggaz don`t wanna see Dre about nothin | Похожие исполнители:
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