Текст (слова) песни: E-40 f Lil` E - Tha Hall of Game

"I`m a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I`m selling yola.."

[E-40]
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who`s foolin right there? (Who dat?)
Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!)

Wuh, we about
seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin `D` (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I`m doin if I`m alright?
When a motherfucker`s starvin and strugglin
even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin
there STILL ain`t gonna never be enough lovin!
I`m tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad
but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don`t claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head
before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
I ain`t gon` last if I keep fuckin with this fast life

Chorus: E-40 and Lil` E (repeat 2X)

He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH
(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)

[E-40]
Ah, I page my ties even though the money`s filthy
Don`t wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope - I DON`T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel
I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don`t think I`ma make it to see twenty-five
til I wash my hands and come clean
Shit I`ll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
He`s easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
I`m willin to do almost anything,
whatever it takes to make my allowance
I`m on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo`s (do`s), and pullin licks

Chorus

[Lil` E]
But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)
Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)
When it comes to this thang man I`m conniseur (conniseur)
I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?)
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
(??) (??) bankrupt!

[E-40]
Boy you..
Like you when I was younger
but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma

Chorus 2X

[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..

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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: E-40 f Lil` E - Tha Hall of Game "I`m a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I`m selling yola.." [E-40] Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that baby Aight dude.. ay who who`s foolin right there? (Who dat?) Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {gunfire starts going off} AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!) Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin `D` (D!) Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics generatin through mah street, a week Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I`m doin if I`m alright? When a motherfucker`s starvin and strugglin even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin there STILL ain`t gonna never be enough lovin! I`m tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad And now she disowned me and she don`t claim me Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??) I ain`t gon` last if I keep fuckin with this fast life Chorus: E-40 and Lil` E (repeat 2X) He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH (He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum or either in jail, or someone would shoot him) [E-40] Ah, I page my ties even though the money`s filthy Don`t wanna go to church, because I feel guilty Nope - I DON`T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal I don`t think I`ma make it to see twenty-five til I wash my hands and come clean Shit I`ll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen No life to give for that nastiness as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child He`s easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd I`m willin to do almost anything, whatever it takes to make my allowance I`m on prescription medication, chemically off-balance Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits Pick-pickin indo`s (do`s), and pullin licks Chorus [Lil` E] But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh) Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight) Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?) When it comes to this thang man I`m conniseur (conniseur) I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?) I come off like dat Grew up around slick talkers (ah) A pa-a poppin con artists (what?) Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket (??) (??) bankrupt! [E-40] Boy you.. Like you when I was younger but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover) Street smarts with a degree and a diploma Chorus 2X [E-40] Ah give it to me, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Come on, uhh.. Give it to me, uhh.. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tha Hall of Game: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/11274.html Все тексты песен: E-40 f Lil` E » E-40 f Lil` E - Tha Hall of Game » E-40 f Lil` E - Growing Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Ариана (Ariana) - Я уже не помню слова » Ани Лорак - Три звичних слова » Александр Зевелев - Если гора не идет к Магомету... » Андрей Козловский - Сверху вниз дождям себя отдавать... » Александр Галич - Баллада о стариках и старухах, с которыми я вместе жил и лечился в санатории областного совета профс » А.Гоман М.Зайцева - Дождь » Арон Крупп - Осенняя песня » Александр Борисов - Почта » Александр Соломонов - Узункол » Аркадий Брязгин - Музыкальная песенка » Александр Мирзаян - На берегу пустынных вод » Александр Суханов - Прощание с Карелией » Аукцыон - Песня про столбы » А.Пугачева - Делу время » Альфред Солянов - В лесу » Александр Замогильнов - Пигмалион » Алиса, Константин Кинчев - Слезы звезд » Александр Дулов - Вот и лето прошло... » Александр Городницкий - Соловки » Артем Щукин - Солнечный зайчик
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