Текст (слова) песни: Clipse f Fabolous - Lord Willin`

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, let`s not get involved
You don`t wanna tango, I`ll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo`, that`ll lock ya legs
And you can`t move, I roll big and I can`t lose
They watch so hard ain`t nothin` I do, that ain`t news
Carry it like I`m a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
I`ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I`m known in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
But that don`t stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo` cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin`
Cause it got us singing lullaby`s, to our fallin`
Tonight friend, until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I never front, like I`m something I`m not
Well being broke well that`s just, somethin` I`m not
Y`all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine, way `fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they`d kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn`t take me in the CL, that`s way too much
And I`m too gone, y`all niggas can talk on

(Verse 3 - Fabolous)
They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
This guys in a hurry
Ma I can`t even fuck with you, If you ain`t in the itinerary
I don`t know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why`s ya ice cream, like it`s made by Ben & Jerry
Y`all the type of players, that be gettin` 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
I`m in the club sippin` on that new Zecongac
In the number 9 Jordan`s, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could pull bitches
Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches
I got them teflon`s, that shovel the fo`
That have under covers and po`, with cover and slow
The government know, the kid been lovin` the dough
Since I was movin` white off the curb, and shovelin` snow, ghetto

(Verse 3 - Pusha T)
Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
I turn over caine, over and over again
Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*)
Yes I`m holdin`, whether it`s heat or coke in
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain`t jokin`, but I laugh how other flows convince you
It`s money, it`s funny, it`s Comedy Central
Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
When I`m on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I`m livin`, they act as if I don`t live it
Saran wrap vaseline, so they can`t sniff it
Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

(Skit at end of the song begins)

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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: Clipse f Fabolous - Lord Willin` Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let`s not get involved You don`t wanna tango, I`ll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo`, that`ll lock ya legs And you can`t move, I roll big and I can`t lose They watch so hard ain`t nothin` I do, that ain`t news Carry it like I`m a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I`ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I`m known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don`t stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo` cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin` Cause it got us singing lullaby`s, to our fallin` Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I`m something I`m not Well being broke well that`s just, somethin` I`m not Y`all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way `fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they`d kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn`t take me in the CL, that`s way too much And I`m too gone, y`all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can`t even fuck with you, If you ain`t in the itinerary I don`t know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why`s ya ice cream, like it`s made by Ben & Jerry Y`all the type of players, that be gettin` 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I`m in the club sippin` on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan`s, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon`s, that shovel the fo` That have under covers and po`, with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin` the dough Since I was movin` white off the curb, and shovelin` snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (Sniffle) Yes I`m holdin`, whether it`s heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain`t jokin`, but I laugh how other flows convince you It`s money, it`s funny, it`s Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I`m on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I`m livin`, they act as if I don`t live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can`t sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Lord Willin`: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/17043.html Все тексты песен: Clipse f Fabolous » Clipse f Fabolous - Lord Willin` » Clipse f Fabolous - Lord Willin` » Clipse f Fabolous - Comedy Central » Clipse f Fabolous - Comedy Central Рекомендуем скачать: » Dickies - Spirit Of `76 » De La Soul - Oodles Of O`s » Destinys Child - Bootylicious » Dres (the Black Sheep) - Grand Groove » DJ Olsi - Hey BA Hey Baby » Diana Ross - Ain`t Nothin` But A Maybe » Dickey Lee - Way To Go On » Darkane - The Perverted Beast » Daphne and Celeste - I love your sushi » David Gray - Over My Head » Die Padauer - Am Aller Aller Liebsten » David Hasselhoff - SAN PEDRO`S CHILDREN » Dave Matthews Band - the stone \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » David Alan Coe - Cheap Thrills » David Bowie - Its Hard to Be a Saint in The City » Do Or Die - Paperchase » Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - These R the Tales » Dubaldo Marie Claire - Venteveo » Dawn Of Dreams - Imprisoned Sun » Duncan Dhu - Supernova
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