Текст (слова) песни: Guru f Don Parmazhane, Tef - Baldhead Slick & Da Click

[Hook: Guru] - 2X
Used to run with the older dudes
That`s how I know the rules
Notice how these fools talk gats but can`t hold the tool
What I know is true, I do what I`m supposed to do
Open you, you kids ain`t sposed to speak till ya spoken to

[Tef]
Tell me what the fuck a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck
By the sight and the sound when the gun bust
Nigga tell me how to, fuck I know the smell of gunpowder
So well that when the shell spits sniffin it`ll rouse ya
Why you send me like this to live a life with such malice
In the streets bound by the vows of marriage
To the game, I`m a hustler
Shellshocked from lettin the shells pop from the muffler
Get knocked, get bailed, with the bell heart just to touch ya
Fuck ya, I done paid all my dues in spades
and know the tools of the trade
Nigga fuck the police, I done spent life up in the streets
Ain`t got plans for comin up in this peice
To give a nigga, every side of my struggle
To show y`all mothafuckas all the real ill shit they put a thug through
And they wonder why I let my pants hang, fuck with hoodrats
Cheap nigga and won`t give up a God-damn thang

[Hook: Guru] - 2X

[Guru]
I sat by the door, but never call me a spoof
Go head and, call on ya troops, we`ll have you callin a truce
I got here on pure guts, carve diamonds with pure cuts
Still the king of underground, you toilet tissue, pure butt
And just incase you wanna spread rumors
Me and Tef`ll give you lead to the head tumors
Used to rock blue and red Pumas
I went to Farrakhan speak when I was 12 years old
He said, "Create your own job, know yourself, don`t fold"
My uncle Clarence, rest in peace and do your music
For Giovanni, rest in peace, I hear guns in the Buick
Big Shug told me, "Boy you know we got talent"
I was always wylin, still iller than the most violent
From O.G. pimps, businessmen, to jazz niggaz
I learned how to, think past niggaz, and how to outclass niggaz
Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you
And I got love for you, but all that shit ain`t nothin new

[Hook: Guru] - 2X

[Don Parmazhane]
This can only get old, swear to God I was born in the ghetto
Where fiends fight all night, dogs bite like pedal
Been on the streets and yo, I shoulda worked the hustle then left
Twenty years old, 100 G`s on the set
Tell me how long, must I take this struggle
All I know is to hustle, livin in this never-endin struggle
Why, problem after problem, cope with one half then doubles
Blast with hot glocks and whoop nigga`z ass with knuckles
Fuck the hard times, protect the jewels that the dog mined
Niggaz get stupid, so my nines stay cocked at all times
Going to court, for assault with the chrome nine
You "bout it?" Now you in jail, you bout to hold mine
Feel like I been to Hell four times
Fightin with the mothafuckin demon, I can`t see him cuz I`m so blind
He spoke to me, in a voice that was so calm
Said I was dead already, killed by my own kind

[Hook: Guru] - 2X

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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: Guru f Don Parmazhane, Tef - Baldhead Slick & Da Click [Hook: Guru] - 2X Used to run with the older dudes That`s how I know the rules Notice how these fools talk gats but can`t hold the tool What I know is true, I do what I`m supposed to do Open you, you kids ain`t sposed to speak till ya spoken to [Tef] Tell me what the fuck a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck By the sight and the sound when the gun bust Nigga tell me how to, fuck I know the smell of gunpowder So well that when the shell spits sniffin it`ll rouse ya Why you send me like this to live a life with such malice In the streets bound by the vows of marriage To the game, I`m a hustler Shellshocked from lettin the shells pop from the muffler Get knocked, get bailed, with the bell heart just to touch ya Fuck ya, I done paid all my dues in spades and know the tools of the trade Nigga fuck the police, I done spent life up in the streets Ain`t got plans for comin up in this peice To give a nigga, every side of my struggle To show y`all mothafuckas all the real ill shit they put a thug through And they wonder why I let my pants hang, fuck with hoodrats Cheap nigga and won`t give up a God-damn thang [Hook: Guru] - 2X [Guru] I sat by the door, but never call me a spoof Go head and, call on ya troops, we`ll have you callin a truce I got here on pure guts, carve diamonds with pure cuts Still the king of underground, you toilet tissue, pure butt And just incase you wanna spread rumors Me and Tef`ll give you lead to the head tumors Used to rock blue and red Pumas I went to Farrakhan speak when I was 12 years old He said, "Create your own job, know yourself, don`t fold" My uncle Clarence, rest in peace and do your music For Giovanni, rest in peace, I hear guns in the Buick Big Shug told me, "Boy you know we got talent" I was always wylin, still iller than the most violent From O.G. pimps, businessmen, to jazz niggaz I learned how to, think past niggaz, and how to outclass niggaz Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you And I got love for you, but all that shit ain`t nothin new [Hook: Guru] - 2X [Don Parmazhane] This can only get old, swear to God I was born in the ghetto Where fiends fight all night, dogs bite like pedal Been on the streets and yo, I shoulda worked the hustle then left Twenty years old, 100 G`s on the set Tell me how long, must I take this struggle All I know is to hustle, livin in this never-endin struggle Why, problem after problem, cope with one half then doubles Blast with hot glocks and whoop nigga`z ass with knuckles Fuck the hard times, protect the jewels that the dog mined Niggaz get stupid, so my nines stay cocked at all times Going to court, for assault with the chrome nine You "bout it?" Now you in jail, you bout to hold mine Feel like I been to Hell four times Fightin with the mothafuckin demon, I can`t see him cuz I`m so blind He spoke to me, in a voice that was so calm Said I was dead already, killed by my own kind [Hook: Guru] - 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Baldhead Slick & Da Click: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/6499.html Все тексты песен: Guru f Don Parmazhane, Tef » Guru f Don Parmazhane, Tef - Baldhead Slick & Da Click » Guru f Don Parmazhane, Tef - O.G. Talk Рекомендуем скачать: » Gerry Rafferty - Moonlight and Gold » Gamma Ray - New World Order » Genitorturers - Stitch In Time » Gary Brooker - Mineral Man » Green Day - Burnout » Gordon Lightfoot - A Painter Passing Through » Greta Y Los Garbo - Imagнnate » Gamma Ray - Razorblade Sigh » garcia jerry - deep elm blues \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Gil - I Need You » Goldfinger - the last time \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Garth Brooks - Friends In Low Places » Georgia Satellites - Days Gone By » Garfield - Are U Ready 4 Love » Guerilla Maab - Life as Thugs » Goldfrapp - Paper Bag » Grinspoon - ordinary \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Grant Lee Buffalo - 8 Mile Road » Gary Numan - Are `friends` Electric? » Gary Allan - Dont Leave Her Lonely Too Long
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