Текст (слова) песни: Royce Da 5`9" - Simon Says (Street Games)

[Intro: Royce]
I`ma hit you until you, hit you until you
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I`ma hit you until you, hit you until you
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I`ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah

[Verse One: Royce Da 5`9"]
I put in my dirt I`ma hurt you
Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don`t put your foot in my circle
You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin
beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+
I`m not a hater nigga
You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+
Why the FUCK would I knuckle up witcha?
I got twin glocks from Scotland, I`d rather +Double Dutch+ witcha
He played them street games `til the heat came
Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains
We ride in streets with Mafia ties
We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I`m about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder
Nigga I will heat you, 5`9" will have you lyin beside your bed
I`m the nigga +Simon Says+

[Chorus: Royce]
I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I`ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
Hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.

[Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9"]
Yeah yeah, I see pain but why
is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences?
God is it, possible the same niggaz
that`s winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and dodge bullets?
The funky little, two squares
in this concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+
If you compare me to anyone in this game
if it ain`t Shyne or Beans then it`s +Truth Or Dare+
I been this hollow inside for years
Leave peers beside beers that`ll +Spin The Bottle+
Don`t think that e`ry night seem right
Nigga just look beside you, I`m at every +Red Light, Green Light+
Ready to stop you, fatal-ly
I`ll leave bullets inside your truck the size of +Hot Potatoes+
A comparison`s vital - you ain`t nobody
Royce 5`9" is Simon, the +Americal Idol+

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Royce Da 5`9"]
Yeah, yeah, now he`s had the luck as
the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+
Miss the clock is tickin away
At the pick of the day the hot shot, let`s play +Hop Scotch+
Let`s teach all of these punks
that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump
I`ma make `em all drop and say "Ahh"
I`m the king of the playground, I make `em say +Father May I+
You should say Grace - cause even if you
bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don`t play +Breaks+
Now you gon` find your fitted
in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
Finally the dudes be lame
His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter
then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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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: Royce Da 5`9" - Simon Says (Street Games) [Intro: Royce] I`ma hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until you, hit you until you I`ma hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until you, hit you until you I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I`ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah [Verse One: Royce Da 5`9"] I put in my dirt I`ma hurt you Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don`t put your foot in my circle You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+ I`m not a hater nigga You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+ Why the FUCK would I knuckle up witcha? I got twin glocks from Scotland, I`d rather +Double Dutch+ witcha He played them street games `til the heat came Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains We ride in streets with Mafia ties We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+ And I`m about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder Nigga I will heat you, 5`9" will have you lyin beside your bed I`m the nigga +Simon Says+ [Chorus: Royce] I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I`ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you, hit you until you I`ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! Hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you. [Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9"] Yeah yeah, I see pain but why is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences? God is it, possible the same niggaz that`s winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and dodge bullets? The funky little, two squares in this concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+ If you compare me to anyone in this game if it ain`t Shyne or Beans then it`s +Truth Or Dare+ I been this hollow inside for years Leave peers beside beers that`ll +Spin The Bottle+ Don`t think that e`ry night seem right Nigga just look beside you, I`m at every +Red Light, Green Light+ Ready to stop you, fatal-ly I`ll leave bullets inside your truck the size of +Hot Potatoes+ A comparison`s vital - you ain`t nobody Royce 5`9" is Simon, the +Americal Idol+ [Chorus] [Verse Three: Royce Da 5`9"] Yeah, yeah, now he`s had the luck as the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+ Miss the clock is tickin away At the pick of the day the hot shot, let`s play +Hop Scotch+ Let`s teach all of these punks that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump I`ma make `em all drop and say "Ahh" I`m the king of the playground, I make `em say +Father May I+ You should say Grace - cause even if you bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don`t play +Breaks+ Now you gon` find your fitted in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it Finally the dudes be lame His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies [Chorus] - repeat 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Simon Says (Street Games): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/8882.html Все тексты песен: Royce Da 5`9" » Royce Da 5`9" - Hip Hop » Royce Da 5`9" - Buzz » Royce Da 5`9" - What We Do » Royce Da 5`9" - War » Royce Da 5`9" - Shit on U * » Royce Da 5`9" - Nickel » Royce Da 5`9" - Let`s Grow » Royce Da 5`9" - Meeting of the Bosses » Royce Da 5`9" - On the Road » Royce Da 5`9" - I and Me » Royce Da 5`9" - Build and Destroy » Royce Da 5`9" - King of Detroit » Royce Da 5`9" - I`m the King » Royce Da 5`9" - Death Day » Royce Da 5`9" - Regardless » Royce Da 5`9" - Rock City V2.0 » Royce Da 5`9" - Life Goes On » Royce Da 5`9" - Back in the Day » Royce Da 5`9" - All I Wanna Do » Royce Da 5`9" - D-Elite Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Щербаков - Люди сухопутья » Миша Веселов - Цветочек (под псевдонимом Макс) » Мумий Тролль - Вечерний чай » Михаил Круг - Постой душа » Морозова Виктория - Ты и я » Михаил Мазель - Несостоявшийся роман » Мумий Тролль - Эхом гонга » Михаил Кочетков - Автопортрет 1999 года » Михаил Сипер - Поезд » Михаил Рыскин - Пуэрто Ваярта... Пуэрто Ваярта... » Мальчишник - Последний раз » Мираж - Волшебный мир » Монокини - До свидания » Марина Самаркина - Зайди, усталый трубадур... » Михаил Кочетков - В строю не надо размышлять... » Мумий Тролль - Кораллы » Машина Времени - Финал » Михаил Щербаков - Для тех несчастных, кто словом первым... » Марк Мерман - Лютня » Мария Кочеткова - Если...
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