Текст (слова) песни: John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim

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[Forte` - Speaking]

The Madina Passage...
Brooks Federation...
John Forte`, Jeni Fujita...

[Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]

This town is too small for all y`all
Where the streets are meaner
This one`s for everybody!
This one`s for everybody!

[Forte]
Pikasoe meets Baracus!

[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse One]

This world is messed up
So I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?)
`Til it burn my chest up, I`m stressed up
From my toes, to my neck up
It`s all out, I seen niggas cook up
In a small house, with the dogs out
I know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed
Nothing`s too small to doubt it
The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honor
Looking for heat that launches six shots and eat you harder

[Baracus]

We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops
52 states, we want green gaze and tree spots
We want the better life, the mo` better cheddar life
I was a young thug when my momma threw me out
Starvin` on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouth
Taught me how to read and count
Cook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounce
Me and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since `89!

[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

[Forte` - Verse Two]

Yours truly, El Capitan...
I don`t small talk, y`all all walk
We turn half them cats up into dodgers, like the ballpark
Five-O drop charges,
apply pressure the hardest, more than Japanese massages
You need us, to roll mo`
Cruise to homogenus
You didn`t list where you from, we Madinas
You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is
Momma Sheena`s how homes get bought, vis-a-vis the Dow Jones
Y`all rappers stuck on cow clones, like two tones
We`ll never match boss, at the cost, I`ll fuck around and rip the patch off!
My bitch`s god-sent, my yacht-men, bigup to cassette
At every soundset, I iron butts off, leaving the ground wet
Y`all walking like you safe, you ain`t outta town yet!
It`s for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters
Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that wanna rock wit` us
You wanna hear this like you dumb guys?
Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni`s!

[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

[Forte` ]
Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red....

[St. Nikolas - Verse Three]

Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary
Known for making scott flees out of black hosery
Do dirt, pull it over my face so you don`t notice me
Black Jesus, rockin` black cheeses
Nikki Bonadon, grown scorpion
Travel on, trying to go platinum, in Brook-lawn!
Shook ones, can`t hold guns, better hold your tongue
And grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this year
So light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it!

[Casino Red]

On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The Dread
Roc-A-Feds of Brook-Lawn
Crooks run out of the dead, bloodshed
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats
In this game, put shine up for grabs
I`m talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime rates escalate
So play for high stakes, chasin` money and guns it must be my fate
So keep the ones where they`re safe!

[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

[Forte`]

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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: John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim Typed by: FugeeCamp@aol.com [Forte` - Speaking] The Madina Passage... Brooks Federation... John Forte`, Jeni Fujita... [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus] This town is too small for all y`all Where the streets are meaner This one`s for everybody! This one`s for everybody! [Forte] Pikasoe meets Baracus! [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse One] This world is messed up So I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?) `Til it burn my chest up, I`m stressed up From my toes, to my neck up It`s all out, I seen niggas cook up In a small house, with the dogs out I know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed Nothing`s too small to doubt it The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honor Looking for heat that launches six shots and eat you harder [Baracus] We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops 52 states, we want green gaze and tree spots We want the better life, the mo` better cheddar life I was a young thug when my momma threw me out Starvin` on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouth Taught me how to read and count Cook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounce Me and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since `89! [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x] [Forte` - Verse Two] Yours truly, El Capitan... I don`t small talk, y`all all walk We turn half them cats up into dodgers, like the ballpark Five-O drop charges, apply pressure the hardest, more than Japanese massages You need us, to roll mo` Cruise to homogenus You didn`t list where you from, we Madinas You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is Momma Sheena`s how homes get bought, vis-a-vis the Dow Jones Y`all rappers stuck on cow clones, like two tones We`ll never match boss, at the cost, I`ll fuck around and rip the patch off! My bitch`s god-sent, my yacht-men, bigup to cassette At every soundset, I iron butts off, leaving the ground wet Y`all walking like you safe, you ain`t outta town yet! It`s for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that wanna rock wit` us You wanna hear this like you dumb guys? Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni`s! [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x] [Forte` ] Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red.... [St. Nikolas - Verse Three] Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary Known for making scott flees out of black hosery Do dirt, pull it over my face so you don`t notice me Black Jesus, rockin` black cheeses Nikki Bonadon, grown scorpion Travel on, trying to go platinum, in Brook-lawn! Shook ones, can`t hold guns, better hold your tongue And grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this year So light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it! [Casino Red] On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The Dread Roc-A-Feds of Brook-Lawn Crooks run out of the dead, bloodshed Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats In this game, put shine up for grabs I`m talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime rates escalate So play for high stakes, chasin` money and guns it must be my fate So keep the ones where they`re safe! [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x] [Forte`] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/9067.html Все тексты песен: John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar » John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - Poly Sci » John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim Рекомендуем скачать: » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Шаги короля » Песни о компьютерах - В твоем парадном темно :) » Профессор Лебединский - Я убью тебя, лодочник » Павел Кашин - Французская » Петр Копытов - Буги-вуги в марсельском кабачке » Пропаганда - Ветерок » Полина Ростова - По краю дождя » Психея - Стёкла. Плёнка. Стаи. » Песни из мультфильмов - Лето кота Леопольда » Петр Климов - Разговор о любви » Песни из мультфильмов - Остров сокровищ » Павел Кашин - Полночь » Профессор Лебединский - Бегут года » Пьер Нарцисс - Круче » Песни из мультфильмов - Приключения капитана Врунгеля » Петр Федчун - О бесполезности скандалов с ревностью » Пилот - Рок-н-ролл » Павел Матвейко - Снег и вечер » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Я иду по дну » Премьер-министр - Два билета в лето
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