Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: DMX f Jay-Z, The L.O.X.Название : BlackoutДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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(This is it right here baby!) You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see y`all niggaz tryin to glance at the `Kiss Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your women, drunk off Corona`s and lemon And you know I`m still writin the mean, lightin the green I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam Judge find out it`s my team, he boost they bails Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label Cause them rednecks up in the mountains`ll try to slay you (They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me - you probably don`t, want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I`m able to skip Usually a good nigga, even though I`m able to flip You pay 30 for the `Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah) And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatever`s in the bank is my bet, a z-bull`s my pet and you can bet he`ll get the legs and the neck [Sheik Luciano] Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson New York`s youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y`all heads Sheik Luc`, type of nigga gasoline y`all beds And that`s warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that`s fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what`s rightfully mine I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pop`s age that lifestyle ain`t changed It`s like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted And I don`t even want waves, Timbs be halfway new That`s Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don`t fuck with shoes And for my nigga`s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole Cause we got the same goal, and you try an` tamper with mine? Don`t make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo` spine Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope Nigga WAS gettin money `fore I extorted your coke, `ju crazy? [Styles] Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of L`s Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine` and swig I`m Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit cause I`m the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y`all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don`t like a nigga, I don`t even be bothered I spit, I`m just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale" Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are y`all niggaz eager to die? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won`t leave with a dime Motherfucker [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah I`m a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6`s and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, til it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust me, y`all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT I just circle `round the block in a drop Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh) where the sun roof used to be I could see y`all not used to me Nigga flows like none other - I`m the meanest toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I`m the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers.. Y`all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other [DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I`m headed nowhere fast Run in the place, gat in my waist Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn`t come to my face So what that mean? You cats is playin games again So now what I do? Start namin names again (WHAT!) All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!) Play like you don`t know, L.O.X. is gon` bark We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!) Y`all niggaz, best to stop playin, it`ll be the ones you forgotten about that`ll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!) Got my dogs covered (UH!) Plus it`s all gravy like chicken when it`s smothered (WHAT!) "It`s Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!) Get him boy - let him loose (C`MON!) You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C`MON!) | Похожие исполнители: |
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