Текст песни Kool G Rap - 4, 5, 6 | Слова песни Kool G Rap - 4, 5, 6 | Тексты песен Kool G Rap

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4, 5, 6

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Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop east coast rap gangsta rap

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And once again it`s big G, runnin the number rackets
wearin Pele jackets
Fast loot tactics, I`m well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress
corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits
Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner`s
Bentley`s limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas
I`m set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck`s
Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex
Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china
Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners
The Highness, kingpin of heroin
I`m thorough when I have to bring the terror in
Handle business in each and every borough in
town or city, I`m rollin like Frank Nitty, I`m rich and pretty
Back up kiddies, I got crimies that`s grimy and gritty
A nigga that`s spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky
Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies
I learned from the best the ones that`s livin
and the ones that`s put to rest
So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes
And then I`m off to get the snaps, not the scraps
The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap

Now it`s a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler
It`s a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler

I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing
And if you step inside my ring, she`ll bang it out and make your brains hang
She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables
Drinkin Cherenade brand label she`ll rock a sucker`s cradle
And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce
She walks around with lucci in large amounts
Millions inside Swiss bank accounts
Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami
Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties
A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe
And if you clown yo she`ll turn into a bust a round hoe
Fly as a Heaven`s Angel got sapphires in her bangles
Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles
She`s pretty under the New York city bright lights
and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit`s tight
Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down
Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down
Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes
Them slick stick up kids don`t get no free dough bro
cause I ain`t tryin to be broke
I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny
It`s a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money

Now it`s a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler
It`s a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler

No it ain`t no sleeping over (8X, then fade)

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