Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Money, Power, Respect

C-Bo, Floss B, hehe yeah money, power, respect
Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh
Other side you know how we ride, uh what?

[Vesre One]
Oh my god, times here are so hard
Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards
The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back
I`m packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks
Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9`s
Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes
My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest
They said they heard he was pullin in the west
Retaliation is a must that we run em down
Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down
Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust
If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust

[Chorus 2x]
We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

[Verse Two]
You know it`s crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle
With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles
And it`s like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business
And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches
Ain`t that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set
I`ma get my respect nigga I don`t give a fuck what town it is
Cuz I`ma respect yours and you gon` respect mines
And if it ain`t correct I`ma check with the tech 9
Nigga I`m a Thug Lord ask my mama
Yeah these niggas got it made but they don`t want no mutha fuckin mama
No fuckin drama, no comma
As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse Three]
Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot
Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got
My Chuck T`s tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs
Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck
Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck?
Dick in a man`s hands gettin my nuts sucked
I`m bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin
Slangin death at a high cost, that`s nina ross hangin
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Run up wit ya gun up and get done up
I`m one up, from sun down to sun up I ain`t givin none up

[Chorus 4x]

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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: C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Money, Power, Respect C-Bo, Floss B, hehe yeah money, power, respect Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh Other side you know how we ride, uh what? [Vesre One] Oh my god, times here are so hard Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back I`m packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9`s Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest They said they heard he was pullin in the west Retaliation is a must that we run em down Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust [Chorus 2x] We down for Money, Power, Respect How much you hold on yo neck? How much you roll on that Lex? [Verse Two] You know it`s crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles And it`s like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches Ain`t that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set I`ma get my respect nigga I don`t give a fuck what town it is Cuz I`ma respect yours and you gon` respect mines And if it ain`t correct I`ma check with the tech 9 Nigga I`m a Thug Lord ask my mama Yeah these niggas got it made but they don`t want no mutha fuckin mama No fuckin drama, no comma As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass [Chorus 2x] [Verse Three] Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got My Chuck T`s tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck? Dick in a man`s hands gettin my nuts sucked I`m bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin Slangin death at a high cost, that`s nina ross hangin Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses Bow down and kiss this pistola Run up wit ya gun up and get done up I`m one up, from sun down to sun up I ain`t givin none up [Chorus 4x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Money, Power, Respect: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/24129.html Все тексты песен: C-Bo and Brother Lynch » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Dedication » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Drunken Style » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Dedication » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Money, Power, Respect » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - 187 on 24th Street » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - There it Is » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - 187 on 24th Street » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - There it Is » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Flippin Chiccens » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Blocc Movement » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Money, Power, Respect » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Blocc Movement » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Flippin Chiccens » C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Drunken Style Рекомендуем скачать: » Витас - Невезучий » Валерий Зайцев - Бессонница памяти » В.Морозова - Ты и я » Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада о цветах, деревьях и миллионерах » Валерий Червяков - Круговорот слёз в природе » Вопли Видоплясова - Веселковий твiст » Валентин Вихорев - В ноябре снегами выбелило травы... » Владимир Туриянский - Посвящение Владимиру Муравьеву » Владимир Каденко - Весенняя ересь » Виктор Берковский - Домой » Виктор Петлюра - Наводчица » Вика Цыганова - Русская водка » Виктор Луферов - Разговор с мамой поздней осенью » Валерий Сюткин, Браво - Гангстер » Вероника Долина - Август » Валерия - Калитка » Виктор Шнейдер - Египетская ночь (подражание романтизму) (стихи) » Вадим Седов - Миргород » Владимир Завгородний - Провинциальные дожди... » Валентин Ушканов - Гимн гласности
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