Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: MausbergНазвание : Y2KДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap g-funk west coast rap underground hip-hop pit Видео:
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Mausberg kickin` realism Spreadin` game to them coward ass niggas You scared to ball, nigga? You scared to ball, nigga? Yo, I`m `bout to grind nigga Now it ain`t nothin` but a party for the Y2K Fuck the shutdown, my peoples can`t afford computers anyway And we gonna party like it`s 1985 Chronic smoke and Thai weed all up in the sky Whoever thought that I would come this far? Rich at twenty-one, Johnny Burns the black ghetto supertsar And I`ma reap the benefits of bein` strong My religion is knowin` my right from my wrong Dedicated to bein` the realest nigga that touched ground And Lord knows that I came to put it down Ain`t no stoppin` me, ride wit` my dog wit` the key to the city Ain`t conceited, just gettin` down to the nitty gritty Compton back on the map for the millenium Ya ain`t heard shit until ya heard what I`m givin` em Me and my niggas gon` run a train on the world I`m newlyin` my damn self I make the world twirl Chorus x2 Yo, the time don`t stop homie, get your ride on While you worryin` about that and get your grind on Before you niggas commit suicde You better recoginze this world got a long time Aiyo the party don`t stop (don`t stop) And the glock don`t stop tickin` Aiyo them people bullshittin` (bullshittin`) Playin` wit` the mind of a grown man Tellin` us some nonsense, knowin` we gone take it to the fam-bam And I ain`t trippin` til I see the horses trot down Hey homie keep yo` predictions in yo` own town Cuz I`ma party til the year 3000 Black Tecs on the rise my nigga, we straight clownin` Gettin` our grind on Blowin` up out our zone e`ryday And keepin` far away from the fakes I`m partyin` with the real-ionaire, talkin` to Quik on the NexTel Crap table, orderin` cocktails Backyard lookin` like nothin` but a car light Scared of a new year, but nigga look at what I got Down and dirty, like a natural disaster Only the strong survive nigga, call me master Chorus I`m a full-fledged street veteran, kickin` real shit So if you`re fake homie, don`t even try to feel this Communicatin` in the form of a soldier And if you fall short, don`t say I didn`t warn ya Mausberg`s on the grind and partyin` the same time Momma told me the world is mine So I`ma cock back and blast off And head for the stars, I ain`t takin` no losses I ain`t no runner from no profit But I`ma let you know what I know The game is way more potent than a hoe and some dough I`m on a mission dog, cuz time waits for no man The superior strokin, a Lex Luger wit` a gun in his hand I puff a pimp and get to thinkin` bout some deep shit I ain`t no hater dog, grab a chair and peep this Don`t be scared of the future Take control of your destiny and be the ruler Chorus x2 Realism, Y 2000 Yeah nigga, hell to come homie Straight up, only the strong survive nigga So you fake ass niggas might as well put a pistol in yo mouth and do yo thang | Похожие исполнители:
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