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Текст (слова) песни: Mase - Pointing Fingers



[huddy combs]

Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase

Fuckin wit stase, I caught a buck in the face

I got the set me up, everybodys drinkin henney

Kid named timmy actin friendly

Grabbed her by offending, sure

Hurt cuz his game didnt work

He didnt know the alchohols about to get him merc

He tried to french kiss her

Yo, thats my man twin sister

Swung on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear

I shoulda known he had people posted in here

So I waited till the coast was clear

And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

[stase]

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin a yard

Cuz see, he the type of cat that be thinkin he hard

I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight

But hud dont never listen what I say

He always do it his way, instead of our way

Thats why he always caught up in some damn foul play

Talkin bout I said at nine, he killin time

And he aint checked the time on his wrist

He probably somewhere lying to a chick

Talkin bout he rich, no, it aint right

How he gon leave my big brother mase and jell overnight

He wouldnt sell us out or yell us out

But messin wit hud, we aint even get to bail him out

[cardan]

I cant believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on me

We on the i-95, three jars on my seat

Im hopin cops dont be prejudiced, if not we dont eat

You know what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin the jeep

We got about ten miles, we don did ten states

I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gon gas you to stay

Im tellin hud, yo, pull over we aint pissed since penn state

The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates

Now hud steady streetin, not listenin and yappin

Smokin buddah straight from cuba, bout to wish this aint happen

I aint tryin to point no fingers but its all huds fault

If he wasnt speedin wit no weed we woulda never got caught

[huddy combs]

Cardie, when you gon grow up? you need to get chips

Stack dough up, switch your flow up, cuz your single was a donut

Baby stase, need to learn to stay in the place

And mase, thats your twin, tell her stay out my face

And loon, thats my man but he floss too much

He wanna hang out, bout, but he cost too much

And meeno, thats my dog, but he talk too much

And blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt

Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon all get touched

Go against harlem world and we gon toss you up

[cuda]

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is cuda man

There go loon

Tell him what you told him you was gon tell him when you see him

[meeno]

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man loon

Went out like a straight buffoon

For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume

Cant believe this shit

Second week in june, second night in cancun

Pop cris by the full moon and the stars is bright

Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight

But of course, loon gets drunk then starts to floss

Runnin his yap bout the same chick he toss

Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw

Hes all in love, seen it all before

Sucka for love, this is man for a whore

And until this day, still goin to war

[loon]

Hey yo, you just mad cuz my chick drop dead

And you mad cuz I went to cancun got head

You fed, cuz Im doin it and gettin more bread

Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead

You more fed cuz my pockets are stacked up

While you spend most of your day baggin your cracks up

You fat fuck

Hope you get hit by a mack truck

And dont come around fourty and front and get tapped up

Cracked up, cant wait till this album is wrapped up

Imma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up

So strap up, cuz I know you dont like me

But just know you wont get a chance to fight me

Loon, all out

 

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