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Текст (слова) песни: B-Rich - 80 Dimes

[The Jeffersons - TV theme]
We`re movin` on up
To the east side (We`re movin` on up)
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
We`re movin` on up (We`re movin` on up)
To the east side (We`re movin` on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie

[Verse 1]
Watch these grown men get it, know fo` sho`
Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floor
You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall
When I`m done baby dogg I`ma show you Baltimore
Right now we gon` party, Bacardi give me some more
It`s off the rack the club packed, I`m two-cut like two doors
Of course I do my two-step, I give `em too much
I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough they throwin` bows, see they swingin and shit
I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin` in work
Before we merk I got to book somethin`
So baby stop frontin`
I got the drink and the smoke
Ain`t got to buy nothin`
Not bluffin, it`s goin` down understand me
I like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeres
Everything, and you know what I came for
Right now it`s goin` down, let me on the dance floor

[Hook - repeat 2X]
Whoa now, that`s what the old heads say
I party like it`s my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot

[Verse 2]
I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off
Mixed drinks what you think, OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all - hey, what can I say
See I just got paid so I`m feelin` the swig and I`m tryin` get laid
I`m buyin` drinks and they love it
Divas growin` cheaper
Gucci bag Gucci bucket
Takin` shots from my cousin
He don` know how to act
Came straight out the woods
And the club wit a sack
Like what you know no good
But I know I pimp nasty
Sneakers is off the meter
You can`t help wit the clap
Can`t help but the boogie
Get loose but don`t push me
We came so deep
And we`re all wearin` hoodies
All my eighty-dime soldiers
What you doin` tonight
Now, put yo eight-dimes up
You made enough for the night
Let`s take a break
Let`s spend some cake
You ain`t enjoyin` your life
Yo, we been workin` all week
So we gon` do it tonight
Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
All my east-side boys put ya guns up
Pull out the knife cuz we gon` party till the law comes
Them boys yellin` where they from, I represent too
They throwin gang signs; see, I`m throwin` W`s (Westside)
I`m screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it`s goin down
I don`t remember where I parked, and I`m stuck in town
One night in Baltimore
I bet ya never leave
My boy I know I can`t help it but to love these streets
C`mon (We finally got a-)
C`mon, c`mon (We finally-)
C`mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)
C`mon, c`mon, whoa now (We finally-)
Whoa now (We finally-)
C`mon, c`mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)
That`s what the old heads say
I party like it`s my birthday
Drinkin` and still thirsty

[Hook]

 

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