Текст (слова) песни: E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci - Hall of Game

Where them naked hoes at?

E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo`scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain`t havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain`t havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!

Chorus: K-Ci

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you`re at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false

Verse One: E-40, Too $hort

I put my mack hand down ain`t never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz `member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it`s automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it

I`m always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you`ll never say I`m wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I`m Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don`t call me by my name they call me daddy

Chorus

Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort

K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I`ll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don`t want the whole plate
Don`t put the two on the ten, don`t ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can`t be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it`s cool to floss
But don`t buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house

They always said I couldn`t rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry`ll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40

Chorus

Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort

We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area

I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can`t you tell
it`s funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo`, game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don`t question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes

I`m not a freestyler, don`t rap for free main

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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 Too $hort, K-Ci - Hall of Game Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezey! Too Scheezy! We off the heezy fo`scheezy baby! Off the heezy I thought you theezy!! Niggaz ain`t havin no cheesy like us main! They ain`t havin no raveez! Shit. Haha you know us. Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit. Lace dem fools or something. Beotch! Chorus: K-Ci Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Everyday you`re at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false Verse One: E-40, Too $hort I put my mack hand down ain`t never been asound I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz `member Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel At every light it`s automatic, BURN RUBBER See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in it I`m always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs I do that shit for real and you`ll never say I`m wrong S-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money I`m Too $hort baby been down since the eighties For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy Bitches don`t call me by my name they call me daddy Chorus Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli I`ll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli But shit we just want a hip Don`t want the whole plate Don`t put the two on the ten, don`t ever perpetrate Like a lot of these fools I see on TV With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci Why motherfuckers can`t be broke sometimes? Sometimes it`s cool to floss But don`t buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car Before you buy a house They always said I couldn`t rap, I just say bitch I guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcore While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes This industry`ll is like fuckin, fat bitches All work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40 Chorus Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs The more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya area I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale Got a paper bag full of that, can`t you tell it`s funky, everybody nod they head like this I said bitch, and everybody read my lips I got rich, suckin up the game from the O and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow I survived cuz I got mo`, game than them It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps It was my destiny, I came the same every time So don`t question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes I`m not a freestyler, don`t rap for free main Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hall of Game: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12082.html Все тексты песен: E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci » E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci - Rapper`s Ball » E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci - Hall of Game » E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci - Rapper`s Ball (clean) » E-40 f Too $hort, K-Ci - Rapper`s Ball 12" Рекомендуем скачать: » Ирина Аллегрова - Гарем » Игорь Белый - Пиратское танго » Ирина Терентьева - Хотим мы, или нет... » Игорь Тальков - Уеду » Ирина Орищенко - Три пули » Игорь Андреев - Перестроечная » Игорь Михалёв - Северная » Ирина Орищенко - Посвящение сыну » Игорь Андриенко - Люблю, тебя, Зима » Игорь Глотов - О крае земли » Илья Зускович - В бездомное небо вдруг вырвался вой... » Игорь Михалёв - Музыка » Иванушки International - Где ты » Игорь Тальков - Ты опоздала » Ирина Терентьева - Меня зовет к себе... » Ирина Аллегрова - Вчера » Иван Бреусов (Фабрика звезд-4) - Сердце скажи » Ирина Аллегрова - Над пропастью во ржи » Иеромонах Роман - Три вида зла » Игорь Андриенко - Летаргическая явь
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