Текст (слова) песни: Baby Bash - Better Than I Can Tell Ya

[Russell Lee]
Yeah, Yeah
I`m a spit some of this real game
Some real shit
Some real talk
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa

[Richie Rich]
Ugh, check my watch
Check my chain
It`s simple and plain
The Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash
Count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop and blow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in Texas then where`s the zag`s?
I`m a cross the finish line
Tell me where`s the flags?
Brought my rag top
Should have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh
Look at all this ass
I could tell you stories but can show you cash
Give you game and secrets that I know you`ll pass
To the next playa hater
And he`ll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of people digging` through my pads
So I choose to floss
Cuz who`s the boss, let`s ink it
It`s Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yell it and tell it
I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let`s spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?

[Chorus: Russell Lee]
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it`s really nothin` though (But it`s really nothin` though)
But it`s really nothin` though (But it`s really nothin` though)

[Baby Bash]
I could show you somethin` dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the deal?
I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I could show you mother fuckin` snitches straight to Belize
Now that`s low
Fa sho`, conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doin` time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy, or rich one`s that lose they mind
I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design
I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels
I could show you young cats gettin` popped wit yayo
Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs the popo`s ain`t understandin` me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin` his Velveeta
I could show you boss stuntin` so fuckin` disgustin`
I could show you rapper`s frontin` but mayne it`s really nothin`

[Chorus]

[A-Wax]
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin` from
I understand it
This been goin` on forever dog
It`s no end
Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointed to the point where I`m runnin` by myself
Never knowin` where I`m goin` start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
You think you smokin` Uncle B
Who got the recipe?
I`m sayin` it`s nothin`
I say it sincerely, and speakin` clearly
I`d rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go
You probably thinkin` to yourself "What`s he smilin` for?"
My dog Bash about to be platinum doin` his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin` and know it
We takin` this money
Big bundles of bills
I`m like a whole `nother person when it come to this skrill

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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: Baby Bash - Better Than I Can Tell Ya [Russell Lee] Yeah, Yeah I`m a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It`s simple and plain The Chevy wit the blew out brains As I bounce and mash Count this cash Floss and flash Cop and blow a zip wit Bash Since everything is big in Texas then where`s the zag`s? I`m a cross the finish line Tell me where`s the flags? Brought my rag top Should have brought the Jag On the beach me and Beesh Look at all this ass I could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you`ll pass To the next playa hater And he`ll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging` through my pads So I choose to floss Cuz who`s the boss, let`s ink it It`s Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let`s spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what? [Chorus: Russell Lee] I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah But it`s really nothin` though (But it`s really nothin` though) But it`s really nothin` though (But it`s really nothin` though) [Baby Bash] I could show you somethin` dirty deep up in them corners mayne What the deal? I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice I could show you mother fuckin` snitches straight to Belize Now that`s low Fa sho`, conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin` time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich one`s that lose they mind I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels I could show you young cats gettin` popped wit yayo Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me And from the looks of thangs the popo`s ain`t understandin` me The original digital scale reader The pedigree playa who be stackin` his Velveeta I could show you boss stuntin` so fuckin` disgustin` I could show you rapper`s frontin` but mayne it`s really nothin` [Chorus] [A-Wax] I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin` from I understand it This been goin` on forever dog It`s no end Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointed to the point where I`m runnin` by myself Never knowin` where I`m goin` start to wonder myself, yeah Money was a necessity My greed got the best of me You think you smokin` Uncle B Who got the recipe? I`m sayin` it`s nothin` I say it sincerely, and speakin` clearly I`d rather you respect me than fear me I came a long way and still I got a while to go You probably thinkin` to yourself "What`s he smilin` for?" My dog Bash about to be platinum doin` his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin` and know it We takin` this money Big bundles of bills I`m like a whole `nother person when it come to this skrill Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Better Than I Can Tell Ya: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/58034.html Все тексты песен: Baby Bash » Baby Bash - On Tha Curb » Baby Bash - Feeling Me » Baby Bash - Pollution » Baby Bash - Nana Tonight » Baby Bash - Sexy Eyes » Baby Bash - Nana Tonight » Baby Bash - Bubbalicious » Baby Bash - Yeh Suh! » Baby Bash - Pollution » Baby Bash - Quarterback » Baby Bash - Weed Hand » Baby Bash - Changed My Life » Baby Bash - Suga Suga (Acappella) » Baby Bash - Yeh Suh! » Baby Bash - Better Than I Can Tell Ya » Baby Bash - Feeling Me » Baby Bash - Sexy Eyes (da da da da) » Baby Bash - Suga Suga » Baby Bash - No Way Jose » Baby Bash - That`s What Tha Pimpin`s There For Рекомендуем скачать: » Белый Орел - Я куплю тебе новую жизнь » Бока - Косяк Чилима » Борис Бурда - Монолог самостоятельной женщины » Булат Окуджава - Батальное полотно » Бужилова Ю. и Литвинова Р. - Ты мне пишешь » Братья Грим - Вторая половина » Борис Кинер, Михаил Кинер - Горный приют » Булат Окуджава - Песенка черепахи Тортиллы » Браво - Этот город » Борис Вайханский - Романс Анны Андреевны Сквозник-Дмухановской (к спектаклю Ревизор по Н.В. Гоголю) » Борис Вячеславов - Я не придумал трубача, пролива не нашел... » Борис Бурда - Ария Маклорена о ряде Тейлора с остаточным членом в форме Лагранжа » Булат Окуджава - Песенка старого шарманщика » Булат Окуджава - До свидания, мальчики » Борис Вахнюк - А кто сказал, что осень » Борис Вайханский - Итальянская история, или Песенка про чудака » Блестящие - Облака » Борис Бондарев - Вот я и дома. Весь дом мой в огнях... » Булат Окуджава - Песенка об открытой двери » Бикини - Клубничное
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