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Артист: 50 Cent f Bun B (UGK)Название : Guess Who`s BackДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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(50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main-tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon` get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I`m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon` change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I`m about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I`m sayin, What I`m sayin, I aint playin I`ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers`ll put ya in chains Box`ll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang (Chorus - 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) (50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I`ll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon` blamee When shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty-one blood Ya`ll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies Fuck it, go out wit a bangg Ya`ll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your bitch One look was all it took She seen the benz-o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol` chriz-omes A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin` slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide-in me Representin sure taste-az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport | Похожие исполнители: |
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