Текст (слова) песни: Haystak - Reckon

Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah
Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
Those who didn`t (Ha Ha)

[Verse 1]
I reckon I`m country like biscuits and gravy
Balling just picture me baby
You and me hit you so crazy
You gonna be pushing them daises
We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the block
We fishing in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that Crown
We were puffing on that herb
When y`all break it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town
They used to call me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out
Lay low when you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
So mean I`ll eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I`ll wipe my ass with cash

[Chrous]
I reckon we fully prepaired
Reckon you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn
You can`t keep Haystak down

I reckon we fully prepaired
Reckon you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn

[Verse 2]
I reckon I`m southern like fried chicken
I`ll be here till I leave yo
Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard greens
Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
I came up with cash villians
Riding right, sack dealin
We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)
In the back of the club
In the back of the limo
Nothing changed but the day,the date on my
Presidential
I came hard on my first
I came hard on my second
I come hard on my third
Do you reckon? I reckon

[Chrous]

[Verse 3]
I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars
Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)
Cops pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
You reckon you ain`t gonna find nothing but cold cash
Why don`t you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
I`m talking bad to security up in the club
You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up
They told me cowards won`t dig it
They told me haters ain`t liking it
I told them that ain`t whats on my
Mind when I`m writing it
If my people had got popped and never did fold
Knowing they been took care of it
Soon as they got parole(echo)

[Chrous]

(DJ scratches then cold end)

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» Haystak - Ride
» Haystak - Reckon
» Haystak - Dirty Dirty
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» Haystak - Round & Round
» Haystak - Car Fulla White Boys
» Haystak - Dollar
» Haystak - In Here
» Haystak - Down South Players
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» Haystak - Car Fulla White Boys
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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: Haystak - Reckon Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love Those who didn`t (Ha Ha) [Verse 1] I reckon I`m country like biscuits and gravy Balling just picture me baby You and me hit you so crazy You gonna be pushing them daises We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades While you hustling on the block We fishing in the Everglades Reckon I run up in this liquor store Pick up a fifth of that Crown We were puffing on that herb When y`all break it down and frown Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town They used to call me JD out South slinging pound Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out Lay low when you see some shit in the south Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow So mean I`ll eat glass, wash it down with gas Having money means nothing, I`ll wipe my ass with cash [Chrous] I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn You can`t keep Haystak down I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn [Verse 2] I reckon I`m southern like fried chicken I`ll be here till I leave yo Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast My people(echo) country as collard greens Money hungry dope fiends Go get that cheese by any means Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon I came up with cash villians Riding right, sack dealin We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back) In the back of the club In the back of the limo Nothing changed but the day,the date on my Presidential I came hard on my first I came hard on my second I come hard on my third Do you reckon? I reckon [Chrous] [Verse 3] I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx) Cops pull us over looking for rocks Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks You reckon you ain`t gonna find nothing but cold cash Why don`t you gone write some tickets with yo old ass I`m talking bad to security up in the club You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up They told me cowards won`t dig it They told me haters ain`t liking it I told them that ain`t whats on my Mind when I`m writing it If my people had got popped and never did fold Knowing they been took care of it Soon as they got parole(echo) [Chrous] (DJ scratches then cold end) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Reckon: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/4599.html Все тексты песен: Haystak » Haystak - You Got Money » Haystak - Brother Like Me » Haystak - Fucked Up » Haystak - Reckon » Haystak - Dollar » Haystak - Ride » Haystak - Reckon » Haystak - Dirty Dirty » Haystak - Cool People » Haystak - Round & Round » Haystak - Car Fulla White Boys » Haystak - Dollar » Haystak - In Here » Haystak - Down South Players » Haystak - Wish You Could See Me » Haystak - Car Fulla White Boys » Haystak - Different Kinda Lady » Haystak - The Bottom » Haystak - Run Hide Duck » Haystak - White Boy Рекомендуем скачать: » Антон Трофимов - Желтый лист, мой вечный судия... » Андрей Коровин - Тень облака, сбежавшая на крышу... » Александр Дулов - Подкова счастья! что же ты, подкова... » Александр Вертинский - В степи молдаванской » Алексей Макаревич - Мой печальный образ... » Александр Городницкий - Прощание с Истрой » Анатолий Лазарев - Гуляла белая овца... » Анжелика Варум - В домике у океана » Андрей Коровин - Русская песня » Алексей Макаревич - Ресторан » Александр Климушин - Белая Гавань » Александр Городницкий - Эпистолярные романы... » Алексей Еленевич - Пьеса конца века » Аркадий Брязгин - Сентябрьский трамвай » Аркадий Брязгин - Читая классиков » Аквариум, Борис Гребенщиков (с аккордами ) - Московская Октябрьская » Андрей Терехов - Вот и вспорхнула над столом бокалов стая... » Антон Духовской - Назавтра » Алексей Еленевич - Ангел » Алексей Иващенко - Ночь
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