Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: CommonНазвание : Electric Wire Hustler FlowerДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop soul alternative rap Видео:
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feat. Sonny (P.O.D.)) [Common] Yo! [Chorus (x8)] Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee Rooms in this mind that`s still empty, only fufilled through prophecy You stoppin me, you see I`m tryin to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It`s fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn`t even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die [Chorus (x4)] Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Mercury and retrograde, I`m trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin in my mind, I`m tryin to find if it`s me Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free Same revolt, can`t be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and oppinions are made to clash [Chorus (x4)] Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or A.I. playin hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth`s brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain I used to write shit to please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin [Chorus (x8)] Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! | Похожие исполнители:
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