Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Harlem WorldНазвание : Cali ChronicДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Huddy Combs] Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out I call in from the pen to try to see what that be `bout Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out [Blinky Blink] Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac I`m caked up, dog-tired from Jacob Platinum, reach for it then wake up [Huddy] For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger And Lord knows, I`ll lead this nigga Cuz I`m down for whatever Matter of fact, I`m down for the cheddar Try to clown and get yo` ass layed down forever [Blink] Niggas hate to see a G come up Young niggas that run up get gun up That`s the real, seen the nigga pass the steel Even wink and yo` ass get killed, All Out [Meeno] 1 - This is for the know-knotters Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders All weed smokers, Olde E sippers All dead homies, and O.G. nigga`s Throw it up This is for the know-knotters Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders Whether blued out or flamed out Mask on, ridin` with them big things out Yay a yayyy [Meeno] Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable brotha that`s in front of you Harlem USA be the place that I come from Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum It`s hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat Close food shop down, send them across the street My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap Reminiscin` all my homies that I lost on the streets Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G NRB, be the click they claim to be So if worse come to worse, do the same for me Repeat 1 [Loon] Now, we drink Colt `45, tote 45`s Smoke `til we high, loc til` we die Got locked up in Crenshaw Somebody said, `Foo, what you in for?!` Jail mental`, named Wendel Did 15, and got about 10 more Oh, he was silent than braille In `83 was the first with hydraulics Caught his first bid dealin` with narcotics And had Daytons and always kept `em polished You taught me about khakis and Converse And if a foo` try to move then you ball first, feel me? But now I`m stackin` my grip Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one time never sleep on it I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it Repeat 1 until fade | Похожие исполнители:
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