Текст (слова) песни: Capone-N-Noreaga - Queens

(Noreaga talking)
Outlaw, Outlaw
Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze.
I don`t wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.
Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.
I`ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)
Pone roll up there. ya heard me?
Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam. Its like this yo...

(Noreaga)
Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth
I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts
If I don`t roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist
He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
See shit change because I normally came
On the R train now me and 5 in the Range
We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions
Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings
The same crime rates and the same damn killings
A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice
but now I`m Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose
and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce
the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow
Yo where my beers go? Send them right here yo
Yo party`s over tell the rest of the crew
Stash the drugs, the guns go to sexon too
See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs

(Chorus: Complexions)
We done had some time, I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and Carti` frames and jewels
Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
Don`t you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
Cause I`ll be there with my thugs
I`ll be right here waiting on you

(Capone)
For my niggaz who bust pies
the customized fives
to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops
enough shots and any generation
I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement
my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table
every welcome to the hood sign
batting good times
Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided
till death bitches burning in gossip
Its my turn to deposit
the real, the logic, no college
just dollars and criminal knowledge
me and my codies, pass ?rodies?
I flash mo` wheat, than cash Cody
Keep the mac on me
When U stack niggaz act phony
shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood
never swear to a dead thug
my name should be brough up in fame
never said in vain
Spread like a letter chain
In criminal slang.

(Chorus)
We done had some time
I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me.
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells
Now these broke niggaz start act a fool
Don`t you know thugged out, straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides
You know how dunn thugs do
Cuz I`ll be there with my thugs
I`ll be right here waiting on you.
(Beat fading away)

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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: Capone-N-Noreaga - Queens (Noreaga talking) Outlaw, Outlaw Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze. I don`t wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more. Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro. I`ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze) Pone roll up there. ya heard me? Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam. Its like this yo... (Noreaga) Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts If I don`t roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth See shit change because I normally came On the R train now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings The same crime rates and the same damn killings A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice but now I`m Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow Yo where my beers go? Send them right here yo Yo party`s over tell the rest of the crew Stash the drugs, the guns go to sexon too See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs (Chorus: Complexions) We done had some time, I strive to get my shine Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and Carti` frames and jewels Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool Don`t you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do Cause I`ll be there with my thugs I`ll be right here waiting on you (Capone) For my niggaz who bust pies the customized fives to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops enough shots and any generation I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table every welcome to the hood sign batting good times Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided till death bitches burning in gossip Its my turn to deposit the real, the logic, no college just dollars and criminal knowledge me and my codies, pass ?rodies? I flash mo` wheat, than cash Cody Keep the mac on me When U stack niggaz act phony shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood never swear to a dead thug my name should be brough up in fame never said in vain Spread like a letter chain In criminal slang. (Chorus) We done had some time I strive to get my shine Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me. And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells Now these broke niggaz start act a fool Don`t you know thugged out, straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides You know how dunn thugs do Cuz I`ll be there with my thugs I`ll be right here waiting on you. (Beat fading away) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Queens: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/15767.html Все тексты песен: Capone-N-Noreaga » Capone-N-Noreaga - Illegal Life » Capone-N-Noreaga - Iraq (See the World) » Capone-N-Noreaga - Gunz In Da Air » Capone-N-Noreaga - B EZ » Capone-N-Noreaga - Straight Like That » Capone-N-Noreaga - Closer » Capone-N-Noreaga - Neva Die Alone » Capone-N-Noreaga - Reunion » Capone-N-Noreaga - T.O.N.Y. » Capone-N-Noreaga - T.O.N.Y. » Capone-N-Noreaga - DJ Clue Presents: Backstage » Capone-N-Noreaga - Don`t Want Beef » Capone-N-Noreaga - Halfway Thugs » Capone-N-Noreaga - Stay Tuned * » Capone-N-Noreaga - Black Gangstas » Capone-N-Noreaga - Don`t Know Nobody » Capone-N-Noreaga - Queens » Capone-N-Noreaga - Illegal Life » Capone-N-Noreaga - The War Report » Capone-N-Noreaga - Driver`s Seat Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Кукин - Камчатская песенка » Юрий Хейфец - Городской романс » Юрий Нестеренко - Юбилей » Юрий Визбор - Где-то дома стоят » Юрий Левитанский, Юрий Вайханский - Попытка утешенья » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Карнавал » Юлианна Караулова - My heart will go on » Юрий Харченко - Песочные часы » Юрий Визбор - Вербованные » Юрий Визбор - Зимний вечер синий... » Юрий Лорес - Черноброва, синеока... » Юрий Визбор - Сортавала » Юрий Панюшкин - Посвящение Ю.Визбору » Юлия Алейник - В разноцветной мозаике... » Юрий Кукин - Воспоминание » Юрий Визбор, Ген Шангин-Березовский - Голубая звезда » Юлия Каденко - Позовите сюда мудрецов и устройте им пир... » Юрий Лорес - Речной трамвай » Юрий Визбор - Быстро-быстро, донельзя, дни пройдут, как часы... » Юрий Панюшкин - Политехнический
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