Текст (слова) песни: Mac Dre - Fish Head Stew

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I`m a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had `em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It`s called survival and only the strong can survive
And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive
Strive to stay alive, can`t let no nigga smudder me
Got to stay f-r-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese
( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip
Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You`ll get your show cancelled like Keenan and Ivory Wayans

[Chorus]
I`m just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh, you ain`t knowin, what is you, new?
Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew

[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
Mac Dre shake broke hoes with bolos and kids
Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge
And hope she land in shark-infested waters
Heartless, takin over turfs like Nino did to Corace
Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker
But now I`m free they see payback`s a motherfucker
I`m sickenin, like dickin all they daughters and nieces
Now CO`s and PO`s want me restin in pieces
Gettin peace is so hard that it`ll make your nose bleed
And I been smokin since niggaz was on gold weed
Born to be a player, rhyme sayer and clock grits
Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks
Quick to kick a bitch to the curb
And get back with her on a 33rd
I never worry, never worry, it`s all copastetic
Got mo` game than needed insulin in a diabetic

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe
Blindin `em with science like Thomas Dolby
Pullin on black MI, sippin top-shelf Cuevo
Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel
Stable full of money-makin stallions
Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians
Shrimp scampi eater Peter Long []
Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons
Strapped, armed, ready, ain`t nobody goosin me
Got ( ? ) where the airbags used to be
Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege
Hennessy is like Popeye`s spinach
I`m ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight
I dot eyes and have `em wearin they sunglasses at night
Fool, that`s real, that ain`t no frontin
Them punk-ass niggaz don`t wanna see Dre about nothin

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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: Mac Dre - Fish Head Stew [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I`m a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me I done bust niggaz in the grill and had `em wearin partials Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls It`s called survival and only the strong can survive And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive Strive to stay alive, can`t let no nigga smudder me Got to stay f-r-double e and keep these bitches lovin me Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack I stacks fat cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese ( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin You`ll get your show cancelled like Keenan and Ivory Wayans [Chorus] I`m just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions Oh, you ain`t knowin, what is you, new? Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Mac Dre shake broke hoes with bolos and kids Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge And hope she land in shark-infested waters Heartless, takin over turfs like Nino did to Corace Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker But now I`m free they see payback`s a motherfucker I`m sickenin, like dickin all they daughters and nieces Now CO`s and PO`s want me restin in pieces Gettin peace is so hard that it`ll make your nose bleed And I been smokin since niggaz was on gold weed Born to be a player, rhyme sayer and clock grits Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks Quick to kick a bitch to the curb And get back with her on a 33rd I never worry, never worry, it`s all copastetic Got mo` game than needed insulin in a diabetic [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe Blindin `em with science like Thomas Dolby Pullin on black MI, sippin top-shelf Cuevo Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel Stable full of money-makin stallions Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians Shrimp scampi eater Peter Long [] Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons Strapped, armed, ready, ain`t nobody goosin me Got ( ? ) where the airbags used to be Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege Hennessy is like Popeye`s spinach I`m ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight I dot eyes and have `em wearin they sunglasses at night Fool, that`s real, that ain`t no frontin Them punk-ass niggaz don`t wanna see Dre about nothin Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fish Head Stew: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15564.html Все тексты песен: Mac Dre » Mac Dre - Get Your Grits » Mac Dre - Fish Head Stew » Mac Dre - Livin` It » Mac Dre - What Cha Like » Mac Dre - Young Black Brotha » Mac Dre - Global » Mac Dre - Back N Da Hood » Mac Dre - Life`s A Bitch » Mac Dre - Cal Bear » Mac Dre - Clap! » Mac Dre - I`ve Been Down » Mac Dre - Let`s All Get Down » Mac Dre - That`s Wusup » Mac Dre - FortyTwo Fake » Mac Dre - I Need an Eighth » Mac Dre - Feelin Myself » Mac Dre - Not My Job » Mac Dre - All it Takes » Mac Dre - Young Playah » Mac Dre - Cutthoat Committee Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Лорес - Мария » Юта - Черные стаи » Юрий Хейфец - Листопад » Юлий Ким - Песня молодого капитана торгового корабля, опасающегося встречи со знаменитым пиратом Робертом Смито » Юлия Мешковая - Меченая » Юрий Левитанский, Юрий Лившиц - Звонок » Юрий Кукин - Пожалуйста, тихо, не надо шуметь... » Юта - Вольная » Юрий Визбор - Маркшейдер мне сказал: Ты лучше ляг... » Юрий Цендровский - Я нахожусь перед холстом... » Юрий Визбор - Таллин » Юлий Ким - Пароход » Юрий Вайханский - Миры летят. Года летят. Пустая... » Юлия Поливанова - Яблоко. Яблоко. Яблоко... » Юрий Визбор - Вересковый куст » Юрий Панюшкин - С нами ничего не случится » Юрий Ковшов - О войне » Юрий Лорес - Водолей » Юнона и Авось - Ты меня на рассвете разбудишь » Юрий Визбор - Зимний вечер синий...
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