Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - One Forty

[Ron Clutch]
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz I`m tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The level of the game that we die to see
I`m talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free
See I`m a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when there`s mouths to feed
and there`s bills to pay, somethin gotta give way
The way I feel today, I could care less
Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair`s a mess
I don`t bother to shave, I walk around bare chest
like a candy face, like I`m wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps
I`m all for the cause, ready to die next
I`m all for the cause, ready to die next..

[Chorus]
We don`t even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon` tell me how to live my life?)
(Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon` tell me how to live my life?)
(Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life)

[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]
(This life?) - it`s mine
(It`s yours?) - it`s mine
(That`s right) - it`s mine
(That`s yours) - this mine

[B. Stille]
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a couple of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans
Poppa, what`s that inside ya glass?
"Don`t do as I do boy, do as I ask"
See ah - do it right if ya gon` do it that fast
and - don`t do it if ya gon` do it half-assed
Well, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers
And I`m broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah I`m just a dreamer
A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
"Boy you ain`t worth..." like student like teacher

[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]

[Skinny DeVille]
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no nothin at all
I`ll give a finger for the haters and one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y`all
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call
Hit the liquor sto`, makin mo`, fifth and I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls
Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall
Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most
`Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall
Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall
Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone
Didn`t see that shit comin like a truck in the fall

[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]

[R. Prophit]
Lemme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz...
It`s that life B, gotta make that choice...
It`s all on you...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...

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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: Nappy Roots - One Forty [Ron Clutch] No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed Cuz I`m tryin to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I`m talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I`m a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there`s mouths to feed and there`s bills to pay, somethin gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair`s a mess I don`t bother to shave, I walk around bare chest like a candy face, like I`m wearin a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps I`m all for the cause, ready to die next I`m all for the cause, ready to die next.. [Chorus] We don`t even talk about it we live it, we live it (How you gon` tell me how to live my life?) (Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it (How you gon` tell me how to live my life?) (Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life) [Chorus Part 2 - 2X] (This life?) - it`s mine (It`s yours?) - it`s mine (That`s right) - it`s mine (That`s yours) - this mine [B. Stille] Now ah, when I was a, young man There was a couple of things poppa put in my head Never; sit down when ya need to stand Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans Poppa, what`s that inside ya glass? "Don`t do as I do boy, do as I ask" See ah - do it right if ya gon` do it that fast and - don`t do it if ya gon` do it half-assed Well, since then I been an over-achiever Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers And I`m broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger Cuz I need to come up, ah I`m just a dreamer A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors "Boy you ain`t worth..." like student like teacher [Chorus] [Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X] [Skinny DeVille] Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall No comb, no fade, no nothin at all I`ll give a finger for the haters and one for the law Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y`all Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call Hit the liquor sto`, makin mo`, fifth and I pause Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most `Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone Didn`t see that shit comin like a truck in the fall [Chorus] [Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X] [R. Prophit] Lemme hear ya say... Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz... It`s that life B, gotta make that choice... It`s all on you... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни One Forty: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/15954.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Slums » Nappy Roots - No Good » Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz » Nappy Roots - Country Boyz » Nappy Roots - Good God Almighty » Nappy Roots - Roun` the Globe » Nappy Roots - Be On Yo Way » Nappy Roots - Roll Again » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - Leave This Morning » Nappy Roots - War/Peace » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - One Forty » Nappy Roots - Kentucky Mud » Nappy Roots - ho down \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Awnaw » Nappy Roots - Set It Out » Nappy Roots - Po` Folks » Nappy Roots - War/Peace » Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz Рекомендуем скачать: » Планка - Забыла, не помню » Психея - Убей меня 2-жды » Песни из мультфильмов - Остров сокровищ » Поющие вместе - Мой депутат » Павел Папушев - Я однажды вас всех соберу на поминках своих... » Павел Матвейко - Полотна Рубенса » ПОЛИТЕХ - ПОЧЕМУ ТЫ УШЛА » Пьер Нарцисс - Шоколадный заяц » Пилот - Стих четвертый » Пилот - Осеннее пора » Песни из мультфильмов - Приключения капитана Врунгеля » Пепси - Диско » Песни из мультфильмов - В порту » Премьер-министр - Девочка с севера » Павел Папушев - Сентиментальный вальс о приходе весны » Пилот - Стих тpетий » Полина Ефименко - Хмельному пламени... » Паскаль - Крепкий напиток » Песни из мультфильмов - Большой секpет для маленькой компании » Премьер-министр - Ай-ай-ай или не было печали
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