Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: The Game f JTНазвание : Eat Ya Beats AliveДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck Game, what it do? (What it do?) [The Game] They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift The way I, stick and move, when I`m behind the wheel of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys It ain`t your life, I`m just not a big fan of James Worthy So wait `til I see y`all, I`m real surgical with the Ruger But you won`t catch my face on E.R. But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance Squattin on top of ya mans givin `em each CPR Tryin to get `em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton Told y`all `bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents Hollywood got movies, but it ain`t no actin So wear that bling to them awards like it ain`t no jackers We chain snatchers (twenty-fo` seven) [Chorus: JT] When you`re on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive Cause it`s all about math - eat ya beats alive When you`re on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The Game] It ain`t nuttin to spray you faggots Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It`s {*reversed*} you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla) Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain`t know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it`s that nigga that kick down doors And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan Same shot, lil` older, still no nigga can hold him Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him Big face said I could it, he`ll bet you a G [Chorus] [JT] See I`m the nigga with the most flow Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know Independent with my hustle Couldn`t give a fuck money or muscle it`s time to bubble West coast is the place where we holdin it down Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now I`m from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough Home where they want mo` so niggaz get they pistol Run up in yo` back do`, lookin for the cheddar cheese Canary wristwatch on celebrities Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece Catch `em slippin comin out the Burger King Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain`t stand it My whole block gets hard like granite [Chorus] [JT] Nigga | Похожие исполнители: |
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