Текст (слова) песни: InI - Grown Man Sport

[Verse 1 - Marco Polo]
+Natty Dread+ like +Bob+ so rock steady
With no spaghetti with meat sauce
Maybe salads with one toss
No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow
It`s religion never suspicious
You`re too delicious for the tongue
See the lungs breathe a natural high
Just like the shirts that`s so lovely
So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
That make ya dance until the sisters take glance
I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance
Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I`m the center
Of it all, the fuckin` prince of the ball
Standing six feet tall, that`s a long way to fall
But not worry, cause my vision ain`t blurried
The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry
So don`t stress the father or you might feel the fury

[Verse 2 - Grap Luva]
So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin`
What`s the flavour of the rules they mandate
The climbin` gets hotter as the city gets smarter (?)
A million one catch they tryin` to earn top dollar
Half that mill, they straight out to kill
I`m cultivated and destined to act real ill
Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain
Only reason why the east and the west it ain`t the same
I`m twenty-something years of age and life surely ain`t about hand-outs
So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival
Considergize less and from conception to arrival
Now that I`m here my fear shall decrease
Learn about life makin` my way to the east
From four square yard struggler
The G`s on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme

[Verse 3 - Rob O]
In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O
You didn`t know, I witness ya thoughts I`m Robodendo
But your inventions confuse me on the surface
Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose
Check it, thought about it, much much later
Should`ve kept it real would`ve been much greater
But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact
Bein` pussy kept your wack ass back
Now in `95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit
Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain`t right
Dissention among the ranks
I`m givin` thanks to the most high for plantin` me firm
Upon this world that`s forever changin`
The conflict that I`m engagin`
The concert with amiss communication
Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short
Yo it`s a Grown Man Sport

[Hook - InI & Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah like that
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
this here is a Grown Man Sport

[Verse 4 - Ras G]
Hold it suppose it was me speakin` on tapes
To create a lifestyle to marinate
Different latitudes search cocaine to food
Excuse my move to bliss
Eternal stress in fits
I see the same in many, penny thoughts
Cause honey thought I wasn`t ready but willin`
Now I`m blowin` through the ceiling
Go real only when a nigga make me any noise
So figure, the first letter supports the sport

[Outro - InI & Pete Rock]
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it`s a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
yeah it`s a Grown Man Sport
Like that
This one goin` out dedicate this one to the almighty god
Rastafari Selassie
InI as we come of for 95 96
Ya live, respect

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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: InI - Grown Man Sport [Verse 1 - Marco Polo] +Natty Dread+ like +Bob+ so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow It`s religion never suspicious You`re too delicious for the tongue See the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that`s so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I`m the center Of it all, the fuckin` prince of the ball Standing six feet tall, that`s a long way to fall But not worry, cause my vision ain`t blurried The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry So don`t stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2 - Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin` What`s the flavour of the rules they mandate The climbin` gets hotter as the city gets smarter (?) A million one catch they tryin` to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill I`m cultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain`t the same I`m twenty-something years of age and life surely ain`t about hand-outs So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival Considergize less and from conception to arrival Now that I`m here my fear shall decrease Learn about life makin` my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G`s on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3 - Rob O] In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O You didn`t know, I witness ya thoughts I`m Robodendo But your inventions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should`ve kept it real would`ve been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact Bein` pussy kept your wack ass back Now in `95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain`t right Dissention among the ranks I`m givin` thanks to the most high for plantin` me firm Upon this world that`s forever changin` The conflict that I`m engagin` The concert with amiss communication Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short Yo it`s a Grown Man Sport [Hook - InI & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa this here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4 - Ras G] Hold it suppose it was me speakin` on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss Eternal stress in fits I see the same in many, penny thoughts Cause honey thought I wasn`t ready but willin` Now I`m blowin` through the ceiling Go real only when a nigga make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Outro - InI & Pete Rock] laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it`s a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa yeah it`s a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin` out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Selassie InI as we come of for 95 96 Ya live, respect Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Grown Man Sport: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/1765.html Все тексты песен: InI » InI - Wonderlust » InI - Grown Man Sport » InI - Square One Рекомендуем скачать: » Шystein Sunde - Liten Og GrшNn » Шура, Shura - Отшумели летние дожди » Шуфутинский Михаил - От звонка до звонка » Шухрат Хусаинов - Жизнь идет за годом год, растеряемся в веках... » Шапиро Александр - Голгофа » Шелег Михаил - НОВЫЙ РУССКИЙ » Шамиль Абряров - Прохожий » Шелег Михаил - МОСКОВСКАЯ ОСЕНЬ » Шухрат Хусаинов, Зинур Миналиев - Посвящение бардсплаву » Шелег Михаил - РЕЗИНОВАЯ ЗИНА » Шамиль Абряров - Пирог со свечами » Шура, Shura - Зимушка » Шухрат Хусаинов - А до света мне не дойти... » Шухрат Хусаинов, Зинур Миналиев - Посвящение плавучему дому » Шухрат Хусаинов - Сердце Мастера » Шухрат Хусаинов - Давай, моя милая, будем прощаться... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Булату Шалвовичу Окуджаве » Шуфутинский Михаил - Сингарелла » Шамиль Абряров - Всe равно... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Строки из дневника некоренного парижанина
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