Текст (слова) песни: Boo and Gotti f Mannie Fresh, Tateeze - Chi-Town

[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
Whoa! (watch ya self baby)
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah! this that one (ok)
(comin through, comin through)
Yeah! uh

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] + (Tateeze)
Chicken, fish, bossy outfits
Cadillac Escalades, with drop kits
Arrows on the grills, big spinnin wheels
And a Midwest girl, dressed in high heels, we
(Chi-Tooooooooown!)
(At its best) c`mon, c`mon, c`mon, woo!
(Chi-Tooooooooown!)
(Better wear that vest)

[Verse 1 - Boo]
Hop in my Escalade and let`s roll
Keep a pocket full of dough, cause my Midwest flow
Wrists stay glow, eyes stay low
You know I stay puffin on that stank, stank, oh!

[Gotti]
Now I came through the door, what did I see
A couple hot chicks, lookin at me
Like what`s your name, and you with
Gotti the name, Cash Money the clique

[Boo]
Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on `em
And I don`t tickle my women, I spill Crisy on `em
You see the jeans, 700 what I spent on `em
That`s ballin baby we got chips don`t we

[Gotti]
Now when I throw a party it don`t end `til six
That`s just how it is when you get this rich
You should be like damn I wanna get that whip
Now I got chips, I could buy a Six

[Chorus w/ ad-libs]

[Verse 2 - Gotti]
Throw on ya mink coat, wit ya shoppin stick
Don`t make me pass the fifth, I got cash to get
Champagne like water, chicks flashin Cris
Got mo` game, when I crash in blitz
You can rock to this, or do the wat to this
Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks
Been a long time coming, got a lot to get
It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist

[Boo]
Keep ya mind on ya money, pack an extra clip
Don`t ever get fronted, so you don`t know shit
If I don`t know nothin, I know that strip
Doubled-up twice, now I got the brick
Yeah you love that shit, how ya boy so slick
And that cherry-red, Austin move so quick
Birdman, got a nigga on his flossin shit
Let`s hit the club, and go toss a bitch, uh

[Chorus w/ ad-libs]

[Verse 3 - Boo]
Well I`ma hood cat, that love a hood rat
You can hit it in the truck, or the back of the `Lac
If I get her mad, she would come right back
Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match

[Gotti]
I love this flossin, I`m the big bossman
Never met defeat, cause I never loss man
When I`m at the streets, school is out and I`m playin
Now girls are fool whip, want juice on they hand

[Boo]
Dog keep it real, let ya game do the rest
Stay far from lames, don`t settle for less
Listen to the hook, please keep that vest
This is CMR homie, at its best

[Gotti]
Cats try to be me, I just gotta be me
It`s a fact actually, you gotta believe
I just rap to the beat, make you clap to the beat
Never left, so I ain`t gotta go back to the streets

[Chorus]

[Outro]
[Boo] Better wear that vest
[Gotti] Cash Money or nothin
[Gotti] Who thought Fresh couldn`t do it?
[Boo] Gotti, I don`t know about you, but I`m ready to blow
[Boo] It`s our time homie
[Gotti] Fresh you did it for us baby
[Gotti] We ain`t have to look no where else
[Gotti] It was right here all the time baby
[Boo] Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce
[Gotti] Slim where you at?
[Gotti] Get you a cameo Slim
[Gotti] You gotta start comin out baby
[Gotti] Birdman love you boy
[Boo] Keep it pimpin Fresh
[Gotti] Pimp Mizzle
[Boo] I see you daddy
[Gotti] CMR big things `03 and forever
[Gotti] CMR or nothin

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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: Boo and Gotti f Mannie Fresh, Tateeze - Chi-Town [Intro - Mannie Fresh] Whoa! (watch ya self baby) (yeah, yeah) Yeah! this that one (ok) (comin through, comin through) Yeah! uh [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] + (Tateeze) Chicken, fish, bossy outfits Cadillac Escalades, with drop kits Arrows on the grills, big spinnin wheels And a Midwest girl, dressed in high heels, we (Chi-Tooooooooown!) (At its best) c`mon, c`mon, c`mon, woo! (Chi-Tooooooooown!) (Better wear that vest) [Verse 1 - Boo] Hop in my Escalade and let`s roll Keep a pocket full of dough, cause my Midwest flow Wrists stay glow, eyes stay low You know I stay puffin on that stank, stank, oh! [Gotti] Now I came through the door, what did I see A couple hot chicks, lookin at me Like what`s your name, and you with Gotti the name, Cash Money the clique [Boo] Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on `em And I don`t tickle my women, I spill Crisy on `em You see the jeans, 700 what I spent on `em That`s ballin baby we got chips don`t we [Gotti] Now when I throw a party it don`t end `til six That`s just how it is when you get this rich You should be like damn I wanna get that whip Now I got chips, I could buy a Six [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Verse 2 - Gotti] Throw on ya mink coat, wit ya shoppin stick Don`t make me pass the fifth, I got cash to get Champagne like water, chicks flashin Cris Got mo` game, when I crash in blitz You can rock to this, or do the wat to this Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks Been a long time coming, got a lot to get It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist [Boo] Keep ya mind on ya money, pack an extra clip Don`t ever get fronted, so you don`t know shit If I don`t know nothin, I know that strip Doubled-up twice, now I got the brick Yeah you love that shit, how ya boy so slick And that cherry-red, Austin move so quick Birdman, got a nigga on his flossin shit Let`s hit the club, and go toss a bitch, uh [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Verse 3 - Boo] Well I`ma hood cat, that love a hood rat You can hit it in the truck, or the back of the `Lac If I get her mad, she would come right back Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match [Gotti] I love this flossin, I`m the big bossman Never met defeat, cause I never loss man When I`m at the streets, school is out and I`m playin Now girls are fool whip, want juice on they hand [Boo] Dog keep it real, let ya game do the rest Stay far from lames, don`t settle for less Listen to the hook, please keep that vest This is CMR homie, at its best [Gotti] Cats try to be me, I just gotta be me It`s a fact actually, you gotta believe I just rap to the beat, make you clap to the beat Never left, so I ain`t gotta go back to the streets [Chorus] [Outro] [Boo] Better wear that vest [Gotti] Cash Money or nothin [Gotti] Who thought Fresh couldn`t do it? [Boo] Gotti, I don`t know about you, but I`m ready to blow [Boo] It`s our time homie [Gotti] Fresh you did it for us baby [Gotti] We ain`t have to look no where else [Gotti] It was right here all the time baby [Boo] Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce [Gotti] Slim where you at? [Gotti] Get you a cameo Slim [Gotti] You gotta start comin out baby [Gotti] Birdman love you boy [Boo] Keep it pimpin Fresh [Gotti] Pimp Mizzle [Boo] I see you daddy [Gotti] CMR big things `03 and forever [Gotti] CMR or nothin Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Chi-Town: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/23660.html Все тексты песен: Boo and Gotti f Mannie Fresh, Tateeze » Boo and Gotti f Mannie Fresh, Tateeze - Chi-Town Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Мама » Гости из Будущего - Время-песок (альбом) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - В ленинских горах » Гайк Мкртчян - А над городом ночь... » Гости из Будущего - Грустная сказка » Григорий Дикштейн - Мы не те... » Ген Шангин-Березовский, Дмитрий Сухарев - Листопад » Геннадий Жуков - Быстрые сны » Гимны - Гимн СССР » Геннадий Васильев - Музей архитектуры и быта под открытым небом в Киеве » Григорий Лепс - Девчонка из ночного варьете » Геннадий Васильев - Норштейн похож на Смоктуновского... » Гости из Будущего - Мечта » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Эй, бабища, блевани » Григорий Дикштейн - Две души » Григорий Дикштейн - Письмо из Чикаго » Григорий Бронштейн - Жестом лихим... » Георгий Дубенецкий - Дунуло! » Галина Айзендорф, Петр Давыдов - КСП г.Натании » Геннадий Чугуев - Просто им нет предела...
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