Текст (слова) песни: Bookie f Kurupt, Lil KeKe - Stressin

[Bookie]
Get ta bustin like a well known glock
Get ta vibin`, now you realizin` West coast get live wit the hip hop
And Phoen, feel me comin` through, fuckin` wit the sound
Wit the nigga Ke Ke, God he used ta checkin` out my CD
You feel me?
We `bout ta rise wit love for the buck
So feel the ties when it`s 3 combined, and double Kurupt
Paper is what I`m after
Talkin` `bout this nigga that`s been known ta regulate
Lyrically gifted wit a passion
But hold up
Let out the vibe when I bloat up
Serve it up like tadow, who blowin` up now?
But son, this the season, go terminate your reasons
Makin` it hard ta believe, recognize the legiant
Believe in somethin` that Phoen niggas is decievin`
We seizin`, niggas that bleed, fuck wit every reason
Let me get a breath, I said the peace
Y`all `bout ta feel it
Faced wit a bigga size at the killin`

[Kurupt]
G`d up
Check it out
I gotta hustle, get my muthafuckin` hustle on, main
I bustin`, not givin` a fuck who I`m bustin` on, main
G life wit the scope and the beamin`
Schemin` while y`all schemin`, it seem like all y`all demons
You want my shit
Tryin` ta snatch everything I get
Nigga, you just a pranksta
Fuckin` wit a gangsta
I told a bitch may change up and switch game
Like hoes, we in Monte Carlos
Rollin` by like fuck hoes
Rollin` by wit the homies and pistols in carloads
4`s and switches, bounce around the corner bendin`
Tremendous G status, like a gangsta should
Pull the fools out and bang the hood
Dogg Pound gangstas, up ta no good
I`m a gangsta, and you`re not
Capital G, blastin` off the balcony
Kurupt Young Gotti, not givin` a fuck
Just laughin` and shit, fin ta start blastin` and shit
You ain`t hard, you a punk nigga
I got the gauge in the trunk, I`m `bout ta dump nigga

[Lil Ke Ke]
Check the lisp, whatever you do don`t get me pissed
Ain`t no doubt in my mind, you niggas don`t respect this
Unlimited shot-caller, Texas rich baller
Lil Ke Ke the dun, I`ma lead, neva follow
Commission, I represent `til my last breath
The only way out unless I`m dealin` wit death
It`s `bout the wealth, the fame, and even the glory
So young in the game that I`m tellin` the story
They can`t ignore me
Me and Kurupt, we rip it up
This thug like Chuck, Fo` Life don`t give a fuck
We the realist, while the fakers be frontin`
Jam Dundy comission, we strait live paper huntin`
Ain`t no stuntin`
Keepin` it real up in the side
Platinum rolex wit diamonds in the mind
You feel me, I`ma hole in dolla loaner
Texas ta Arizona, we`ll leave ya in acoma

[Bookie]
Uh
I have this permanent disease
and have me barkin` everytime I`m talkin`
Seperate the bullshit wit a caution
Another germ mob ta realize that when I`m stalkin`
Know this nigga hawkin`, summarize the life when I be flossin`
Another story
No need for glory, fuck the fame, it`s the same
If it put it down without the lights and TV`s, enemies die
Won`t see me sokin` up the game, `bout ta bang
For the 9-9, betta know mine, surprise for the triple time
Feelin` the shit I`m spittin`, be rippin`, lyrically gifted
I`m sippin` Hen wit the Coca-Cola, and I`m on a mission
No love for hatas trippin`, I`m dippin`, forever whippin`
And pimpin`, checkin` the microphone as I keep it hittin`
Anotha gut exploded, reload it, the bomb
Took the time ta quote it,
no question you thought it, we are now promote it
It`s on and poppin` wit whateva`s droppin, no stoppin`
The quandoe, puttin` mo` bounce up into the ounce

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