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Текст (слова) песни: Krondon - The Rules

Hook:
"Y`all know the rules"

Verse 1:
California critical shit 12" inch
One strip so they eat up your whole compact disc
Los Angeles
Take they terrorists
Blond wave black fist incredible lyricist
In a never endin` quest to get rich
I hold a grip with time to breathe
More tricks up my sleeve than about forty thieves
With forty ____ in a weed spot runnin` they tree
All money to me the 360 degree
Now we max and relax like cool breeze
But they all fucked up in the street
Avoidin` front page fame so I`m holdin` my heat
So low key that none of you niggas is knowin` me
In `98 I only see weed
Only we hopin` Allah see me
And only be left bless my family tree
Until 2000 but fuck school like `83
Off Hennessy for all enemy
Lovin` dollars like all you gangstas love Impalas
Never put a bitch before your momma
Stay tuned
For the love hella right to 12 jewels
Nigga you know the rules

Hook

 

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