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Артист: Masters of IllusionНазвание : We All OverДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop kool keith rap underground hip-hop usa hip-hop kool keith rap underground hip-hop usa Видео:
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[M.Man] you missed out on hella money, food, weed and beer [Keith] called home, stupid jacky never answer the phone [Keith] what you been doin` [M.Man] trying to concentrate on come-ups (Chorus) [M.Man] we all over [Keith] takin` over [M.Man] mic controller [Keith] high rollers [M.Man] north, east, south, west coast [Keith] throwin` bombs at you (Repeat 3X) [Motion Man] I threw the gat in the bac of his `ac I wore gloves so my fingers wouldn`t make contact it`s either that or do time for this ? snatch f` that! partner take the rapper watch yo back and he`s back, who`s that, cadillac all black yo that`s my folks young motion getting out with his yolks changing channels ? switching up to sopranos when they see us got`em caught up in a corner like fetus pop the trunk get yo stuff out switch the cars and move fast make `em walk the plank the pirate`s out here holding his shank you don`t understand the time that you`re doing for me just incase in clifton santiago out here for free whoa don`t tell your partner we got to get it together no more domestic import people stuck out there in customs I don`t trust a motha` bout as far as I can chuck `em his bodyguard looks familiar, I`m recognizing the scar officers got us at gunpoint, they searchin` the car two chinese men trying to launder `bout 500 grand they homosexuals, I leave the male pimp in the stand united states government officials look for the man santiago`s got his pictures up in the post office `cuz santiago is a ? last seen selling hash north, east, south west coast (Chorus 4X) [Kool Keith] I went to ralph`s bought me chicken, my girl some spam drove in the block with a green fleetwood broham gold dayton rims with the diamonds on the edge and trims trunk full of heroine checkin` out the merroine two shotguns, grenades, rockets stashed under the seat l.a.p.d. took my license, but can`t see me tinted windows, big powder, here`s for your nose straight from miami, columbian, puerto rico immigrant right hand man nicknamed chico jamaican posse at the house drinkin` carlo`s ?rossi? carbine 41 shot banana clip machine gun duffel bags, work my cuban west indian shirt callin` the feds up with private numbers tryin` to network official numbers in the stash glove compartment countin` bricks with incense in an empty apartment up on the fourth floor with lactose mixin` raw answer the door, stand behind it with a 44 some sucka named rell, kid rung the wrong bell shut up iesha! this girl tryin to blow my spot I gotta babysit I`m chillin` yo the block is hot transfer my ammo, throw techs in a hefty bag hit the street, I talk of sales when I meet (Chorus 4X) | Похожие исполнители:
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