Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Big Pokey f Lil O, KevoНазвание : Sick in Da MindДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Another one, and another one Bad Azz (Bad Azz) Mix Tape (Mix Tape), 3 (3) M-O-B, Presidential, whoa whoa whoa [Big Pokey] I got a heavy attitude, and the balls to match Sprewheeling up the block, top falling back Back dime on my lap, when I`m crawling black I treat one`s like hunds, cause they all`d stack It ain`t your cataract cat, you just can`t see me Bring your A game you still can`t beat me, you know it`s real Chic check niggaz grill, when they disrespect it Pop like break dancers, any nigga can catch it A 4-5`ll clear the lot, like laws Your hoe keep riding my jock, bitch pause Light on my feet, quick as a cat when I move Ride with the heat, fixing your hat see I`m a fool With this automatic tool, I can make you feel me You can`t be scared to die, if you wanna kill me A bunch of niggaz, gotta twist it around Humble but I`m sick in the mind, really [Hook - 2x] Sick in the mind, dog I need to change my ways Quick with the iron, like switch blades and K`s 24 on the grind, I ain`t changed in days Time is money and money is time, so don`t play [Kevo] Young Fever, I got a flow hotter than a chop shop And fold niggaz, like the roof on a drop top I squeeze a .50 Cal, when it`s time to mob blocks Make these niggaz Harlem shake, and throw in a pop lock All-Star offense, for you haters that cock block Here`s something for your mouth, to make you sizzle like Pop Rocks You wanna see me cuffed, everytime that the cops knock But they lawyers ain`t strong enough, to go against my cock Bread, because as soon as the cops in All the shorties start dropping, I ain`t playing I`m hopping Who you know besides me, keep the game on screens Chain on beams, quick to put your brain on lean I`m drain-o-clean, known to spit flames on scenes Stain on screens, bout to click my game on mean Switch the fears, like Francis twist it with peers I`ve been all about my paper for years, cheers [Hook - 2x] [Lil O] I score the work and hit the kitchen, man it`s animal instincts And start with them cocoa grams, over my damn sink I don`t understand, how the fuck could a man think That money gon fall from the sky, like an airplane But down in H-Town, if you snooze you lose You don`t grind you don`t shine, so I stick to the rules All I know is put it in they face, give `em the blues And knock off something foreign, and hit it with shoes I`m a fool, in other words I`m sick in the mind I turn one into three, dog I`m sick with the grind And everytime the sun come up, it`s always here is a sign It tells me get your ass up, and get on the grind I put my back in the game, till it`s put up my spine Any nigga turn snitch, then hit with the iron You a backward hustler, I`m a slicker to shine Like Bush, Escobar and Noreaga with bombs [Hook - 2x] | Похожие исполнители: |
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