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Получи текст песни C-Bo - Ghetto Flightна свой мобильный!Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-102-18946 на номер 5537. Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.
[Featuring Pizzo] [C Bo] It`s 1994 gang bangin` done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don`t wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin` Moms at my hand screamin`: `Bo don`t leave me!` I`m stairin` in to the sky thinkin` that I`m gonna die Here come the onetime fuck the pigs they are the last I wanna see Pen and pad no love from the deputy Onetime`s gettin` deeper And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up I`m feelin` dehydrated They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight Sayin` that I`m gonna make it Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9 They busted first and I busted back in return Ain`t no love for them faggot ass baby worms That`s all I gotta say to porky Now get the fuck out my face Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less I got family and they won`t let the shit rest on my side Bald head mean muggin` locs, 3-10, 6-5 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin` like a viking Insane in the brain and can`t wait to ride, see No matter what they do, you can lock me down But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt Cause there still be smokin`... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... [Pizzo] As I`ve seen deep in my thoughts Not thinkin` of my senses and all the blood I done lost It seems like I`m stucked with no luck all of a sudden So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain I had in my side and my brain Never think that I could end up on my back, player I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers Fuck! I feel a burnin` sensation and I`m waitin` For the pain to go away but I know it`s gonna stay So I guess I`m fucked in the game Then appeared a bird in the sky, don`t know where it came Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip Don`t know which direction, I`m waitin` Felt like I went cross the continent Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down White coats all around, suprise, I`m alive in a hospital Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control I`m slippin` away, I took my life for granted A few hours passed and I still feel stranded I`m awakin` to see shit in front of me that I never seen before But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11... [C-Bo] My homie took a bullet in the kidney HK in my hand, down on one knee On his side, Q-Ball don`t die Mad as fuck and I don`t understand why The little B.G.`s didn`t bust no caps After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers And I got the only empty cocked back chamber Prayin` for my homie not to rest in peace the shit Just ain`t right to take a life from an O.G. Retalion is all I can think Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D. Damn, I got a gat and my homie don`t look too good I hear the bird over the hood Now I got faith he`ll make it Without a doubt the next album`s dedicated To my homie Q-Ball Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya`ll So-called homies, I don`t the meanin` when I`m hittin` ya down But when I`m gone ya wanna see me Ain`t no love in this Garden Blocc life And I won`t sweat to put a bullet in your chest And have you next on the ghetto fligt...
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