Текст (слова) песни: Black Moon - Stoned Iz the Way

[Buckshot]
Stoned is the way of the walk
In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal
Now I`m for real, my mind`s designed to kill
Like muthafuckas who behind them chills, and I`m still
Settin` it off, lettin` it off, begin it
Rough til my ending, leavin` in trust linen
Little Buck, bad ass fuck, whatever now
Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now
Set `em down, make way for the king
Hailin` from New York, New York, the big city of schemes
Man, I`m mean, it`s so many rumors, cause I
Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi
That`s why, y`all be lookin` like, y`all them Brooklyn Knights
You know the type, gettin` niggaz on or off the night
So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
And all of my niggaz like when it`s cold
Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit
Now BDI means Buck Does It
Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn`t this, the recovenent
If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin` it
Like Joe and the R, no film, but y`all can still get shot
When you pose on your car, slow up pa
You should get you dough up, pa
So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y`all

[Chorus 2X: Buckshot]
Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
Stoned is the way ---- of the walk
In New York, shit is real
And everywhere you go, you know the deal

[Buckshot]
Now let me show you how the East Coast rock
Better yet, how these toasts pop
Keep frontin`, and your magazine team don`t need those props
Only mag` I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back
You said something? I said it back
And next time it`s a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back
We the true Men in Black, cause we don`t wear suits
And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact
It`s still Timbs and Carhart jeans
With my team in the dark art beam
Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream
To get this far and come off with a jar of steam
That`s y`all dream, shit, pardon me
I got to make moves in the game, give a fuck about losin` the fame
Better yet, losin` ya brain, the more or less, losin` ya name
Cause you won`t be losin` no pain, who movin` this mayne?

[Chorus 2X]

[Buckshot]
Caught up in the street life, everybody think it`s a sweet life
I mean, it`s sweet, if you eatin` right
But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again
The body go for the shotty to win
The brain split, ain`t shit, niggaz talk alot
But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop
And I don`t mean no record, be double o, be double you
We never know, he never knew, check it
Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams
The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene
We call the hood, so it`s all good, I hustled up state
In the woods, with po` nine, put your face in the mud
I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes
That shine, movin` through them ruthless times

[Chorus 2X]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Black Moon - Stoned Iz the Way [Buckshot] Stoned is the way of the walk In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal Now I`m for real, my mind`s designed to kill Like muthafuckas who behind them chills, and I`m still Settin` it off, lettin` it off, begin it Rough til my ending, leavin` in trust linen Little Buck, bad ass fuck, whatever now Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now Set `em down, make way for the king Hailin` from New York, New York, the big city of schemes Man, I`m mean, it`s so many rumors, cause I Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi That`s why, y`all be lookin` like, y`all them Brooklyn Knights You know the type, gettin` niggaz on or off the night So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled And all of my niggaz like when it`s cold Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit Now BDI means Buck Does It Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn`t this, the recovenent If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin` it Like Joe and the R, no film, but y`all can still get shot When you pose on your car, slow up pa You should get you dough up, pa So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y`all [Chorus 2X: Buckshot] Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day Stoned is the way ---- of the walk In New York, shit is real And everywhere you go, you know the deal [Buckshot] Now let me show you how the East Coast rock Better yet, how these toasts pop Keep frontin`, and your magazine team don`t need those props Only mag` I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back You said something? I said it back And next time it`s a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back We the true Men in Black, cause we don`t wear suits And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact It`s still Timbs and Carhart jeans With my team in the dark art beam Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream To get this far and come off with a jar of steam That`s y`all dream, shit, pardon me I got to make moves in the game, give a fuck about losin` the fame Better yet, losin` ya brain, the more or less, losin` ya name Cause you won`t be losin` no pain, who movin` this mayne? [Chorus 2X] [Buckshot] Caught up in the street life, everybody think it`s a sweet life I mean, it`s sweet, if you eatin` right But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again The body go for the shotty to win The brain split, ain`t shit, niggaz talk alot But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop And I don`t mean no record, be double o, be double you We never know, he never knew, check it Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene We call the hood, so it`s all good, I hustled up state In the woods, with po` nine, put your face in the mud I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes That shine, movin` through them ruthless times [Chorus 2X] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stoned Iz the Way: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21666.html Все тексты песен: Black Moon » Black Moon - The Fever » Black Moon - The Onslaught » Black Moon - Powaful Impak! » Black Moon - Make Munne » Black Moon - This Is What It Sounds Like (Worldwind) » Black Moon - Enta Da Stage » Black Moon - Buckshot`s Freestyle Joint » Black Moon - Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz Remix) » Black Moon - Rush » Black Moon - Thatz How it Iz » Black Moon - Pressure Iz Tight » Black Moon - Two Turntables And A Mic » Black Moon - Duress » Black Moon - Powaful Impak » Black Moon - One-Two » Black Moon - Shit Iz Real » Black Moon - War Zone » Black Moon - 6 Feet Deep » Black Moon - Murder Mc`s » Black Moon - Throw Your Hands In The Air Рекомендуем скачать: » Раиса Абельская - Интимный романс » Рефлекс, Reflex - Пообещай мне » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РўРµС‡РµС‚ Р СѓС‡РµР№ » Руки Вверх! - Интро » Руки Вверх - Киска-любовь » Руки Вверх - Он тебя целует » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РЇР±Р»РѕРЅРµРІС‹Р№ Р’РµС‡РµСЂ » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РЇ РўРµР±СЏ РџРѕРјРЅСЋ » Руслан Бажин - Солнечная Боссанова » Руслан Руф - Санитарный вертолёт » Рубашкин Борис - Не губите молодость, ребятушки... » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Догорает свечка... » Руслан Шмаков - Мы сегодня смешны... Небольшая беда... » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Рабочий рок-н-ролл » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Поэт » РЎРѕРіРґРёР°РЅР° - РЎРµСЂРґС†Рµ РњР°РіРЅРёС‚ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Если был бы в доме сыр » Розенбаум Александр - Мне пел-нашёптывал начальник из сыскной » Раиса Абельская - Что-то мне не дышится... » Роберт Александров - Как во городе да во Снежинске...
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