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жанры: hip-hop, rap
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4-5-6
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Foxy Brown
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Chyna Doll
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[Featuring Beanie Siegel, Memphis Bleek] Beanie Seigel: Ughh, ughh, yeah This is Beanie Seigel That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas You know how you play, quiet towns and tie 'em down Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock Cuz I listen to The Lox and I to watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox listen and watch War still gray, Lexus, GS4 Doesn't even meddle when the dogg pedal to the floor I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!' Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash Radar detectors, troopers can't find us We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'Linas Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 South thugs, stay on route thugs You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Then cuz Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work You pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fair I know y'all softer than them feathers that get stuffed in the rear I pack barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sit back Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that? Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range Roll dot six that Benz Coupe, drop six that Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six pack Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that You see how we play, pop Cris on the E-Way Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with glee Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea Niggas flashin' that money like it's they money Slack 500 on back of a tree twenty I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine (yeah) With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDs Memphis Bleek: Check it out, yo, yo Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak I tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the street Bleek, you know niggas just had to recrute this My flow drew out like a old nigga toothless Who wanna believe they pump Bleek with 'Renaline Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib Honey crack valve playin' the binge Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up Witcha town underseige, dillenger in your sleave My gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats thata call these on me I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores Floss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked out Shirt be poked out, when the slums know eight Six to jump out, you eat what you spit Motherfucker die clean before you actin' tought cat But in your heart you scream, I read your body languo You want balance and a water mangle You want a challange get a broad to every angle This shit is slowed down, I bet that Ya upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfucker Foxy Brown: Sassy Fox some brick money, caught me a drop You know how I run it, 600, glassy top Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops Bitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock Then I show all them to plead and breeze past the cops You talk slick, suck dick for money in y'all hand I'm like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man' While you get your knees scraped up, cum all over your glands Shit, I'm in the B Twinz ballin' them tramps Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book? You know Na Na rock that shit, Perrot that shit And Scotch that shit, don't see about that shit Hollow points, top that shit, fuck tryin' to aim Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit Shannell crocodile ostrich shit, whoa You know my style, I be spinnin' they calves And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit To remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shit Bust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shit So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles Foxes See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga Why y'all laughin'? 'Ey y'all laugh Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch And I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas Yeah, what the fuck
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