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Артист: E-40 f B-Legit, San Quinn, Messy Marv, EНазвание : Breakin` NewsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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*phone rings* Machine – “Hello.” Rick Rock – “Rick Rock.” Machine – “Has a message for…” Rick Rock – The Bay Area Machine – “To accept the message press 1” *sound of button pushed* [E-40] Ugh, ugh We flow for about five years ago When we lost a down But I had fifth of the game But I knew that one day That sooner or later it got to come back around E-40 Water held his ground Kept my foot in the fast lane Flew uppidy on mesmerized Cuz I snuck up in up out the game You makin` a 40 Water cd And get you penalized [penalized] I promise you that you get your face kicked man [face kicked man] Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you black and blue Demolish you Have you lookin` just like the bottom of my shoe The game, the game feeds off us [feeds off us] The industry and all the slangin` speeches` [speeches`] So we had to do what we like [do what we like] Unite; come together like a fist to a mic [B-Legit] I`m from the block where they raise you up Tuck glocks shot`s blaze you up Big shot niggas fade you up I`m in the cut where they fade you up 5-0-9, you can page me but I`m a hustla Bust you wit the Mac Never trust you wit the sack In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac I`ll block patrol Dead presidents and pesos Stack money and I chase hoes I give ‘em blues, tattoo`s on who to choose Quitters never win and I don`t plan to lose I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books Been a crook Califoolya made ya look Chorus: [E-40] x2 The land of the hustlas and slick choppas Ambulance gurneys and helicopters Gangstas and playas and street ballas Game spittas like 40 the colla popper [San Quinn] Hey boy, I`m a Bay Boy And I rep every block that I`m on Every city I roam From the state that is golden State where the youngstas keep holdin` Feds and the narcs be patrollin` Northern California, come and take a look [come and take a look] Crankin` off the hook [crankin` off the hook] Everybody`s crooks [everybody`s crooks] They be bringin` you robberies You can come mob wit me We can be violent we broke Plus we smoke Blow on the best of dro It`s Frisco Now who`s the next to go? The calico would make a playa hater rest fo` sho Califoolya, San Quinn reppin` the Moe [Messy Marv] Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district [and rep my district] And run up on yo boy like “Nigga what is it?” I sell each zones [uh huh] They sell like stones [uh huh] Frisco, California we stay off them phones [ha-ha] And I`ll show you some thangs Draw down, pull out the pilly son And show you the rain Show you poor hustla niggas the game Like turnin` one into two It`ll cost you more if I`m squattin` ‘em through West Coast nigga! [West Coast nigga!] I`m just lettin` you know The home of Scalen, Sic Wid It, and Death Row [whoo!] You still get that blow And that doe And wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe [what!?] [Chorus] x2 [E-A-Ski] Yea This nice guy role`s been a God damn cover up [ugh] We ride on yo block wit the Mac Hit a nigga up [huh] God damn it! It`s Northern Califoolya [right] This Mac gon` do ya [ugh] I swear it`s gon` do ya [yea] The thought`s all wrong when it comes to this north side [north side] I ain`t lettin` mutha fuckin` shit slide [naw] Gangsta, hustlas, pimps, dope dealers [ugh] Tec`s, glock`s, A-R`s are real nigga We shoot through your chest [ugh] Cardiac arrest Now you floatin through the sky May God Bless Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure The 40 Water call mi “SKI” [hey] The most aggressive [Keak Da Sneak] I was raised up where we say “blood” and “cuz” Gang bang, slang cane Breed killas and thugs I gave up sports, and started sellin` drugs Use to be a car thief But now I spendin` love to bars I`m a star; I was born one [born one] My jersey is throw back But never toss my gun The task force hit the dock My moms got stopped, ironic And rep East O But not from New York son I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell And build up my franchise cuz since the money is muscle I fuck wit the switch in the front before And everybody says “fo` sheezy” But where my credit go? [Chorus] x2 -=talking=- [James “Stomp Down” Bailey] Northern Califoolya game We`ve all been properly introduced To uphold this yay mane Cuz if we don`t check it from the womb We gon` check it from the balloon Still serve in mind I`m pushin` the number one tea spoon Northern Califoolya playin` Mac`s, pimp`s, and ho slayers Were made sharper than the Gillette blue blade straight out the pack Cuz Northern Califoolya`s the snake To start the strike Clear folks and judges up have plenty of this light So don`t get caught up goin` to the spoon by noon Ya dig? Because you`ll be missin` that coochie Cuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie [echoes out] | Похожие исполнители: |
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