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Текст (слова) песни: Mac Dre and Mac Mall f Rydah J. Klyde - Klyde, Mall, & Dre

-=talking=-
Testin` yea let`s do this shit baby
Shit I don`t know I can`t hear that shit

[Rydah J. Klyde]
You know my niggaz they control the weight
From the Golden State
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Wit this here throw away
I empty out and load the K
The lil` figga wit the gun that`s bigger than him
It`s kinda hard to hold it straight
But still I knock Louie
Seen shit rip through him
Got stooie wit my killa click
Cop, chop shoot him
Like I`m fresh in the game
Just reppin` my name
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
You know my name
Shit I was on the block
Wit a freshly chop though
Didn`t have spinners
I`m out the bag that`s my knock bro
Fresh out the box wit the glock though
Plus my niggaz ridin` tonight
Two of ‘em waitin` for that fiend rental to slide through
Then my hustle gon` pause
For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls
Me no tinsel wit y`all
I touch y`all
Half way niggaz rookies
And will never touch raw
Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause
Blocka, Blocka!

[Mac Mall]
Mac-matic slanguistics
Break it down in fractions
Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin`
When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin`
Animal attraction
You fiends is relaxin`
Hit it once and back spin
Mac slap the captain
Body bag the boss man
You don`t want it to happen
Cutthroat approach
Leavin` t-shirts soaked
Bust shots at your throw back
Leave hoes where the team go
Valley Joe Crest Coast
Mackin` to the next level
Highly professional
Street level but high post
Ghetto to ghetto
Boonies to barrios
Cess spot turf
Every H double O-D
Meezie and Dreezie make it look easy
Grimy and greezy
Don`t make me leave yo moms weepin`
My nigga J. Klyde will leave ‘em where you`ll never peep ‘em
All my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman

[Mac Dre]
A few years ago when I used to grind
Police used to fuck wit me all the time
A young Codwell banker
A Gunthy Ranker
Strapped wit thump thanker
A cold drunk tanker
Stupid dumb, mentally disturbed
I used to bother people
And get on people nerves
Standin` on the curb
Trynna get it off
I sell it to ‘em hard
But I buy it from ‘em soft
I`m a felon and a boss
It`s funk I spray dude
Dump out the prelude
On them punks and gay dudes
I pay dues
You can`t fit Mac Dre shoes
I break laws
And I don`t obey rules
I drive wit my L`s suspended
Get apprehended
Cop gets commended
Now I`m a defendant
They forcin` me to spend it on fines and fees
P.D. mad cause I`m makin` all kinds of cheese

 

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