Текст (слова) песни: The Game f Sky - Put it in the Air

[19 second instrumental to open]

[Sky]
Who`s hot, who`s not; I been the hottest thing
on the West, ever since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it`s still nothin for me to get you shot
You see him? Yup, the same ol` pimp
Sky baller, and ain`t nuttin changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp
The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
Stay Dolce Gabbana`d down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I`ma piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I`m drivin I get head in the cockpit of my `Vette
And my game is sharp as a mosquito`s needle
As far as the charts, young S be`s the Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain`t never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh`fuckers

[The Game]
I ain`t got no time for fake ones, so don`t think for a second
I won`t pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo` ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
I`m doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I wouldn`t even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn`ta dropped
I love this shit, I work and I`m good
I ain`t on corner fuckers but I`m still in the hood
I`m poised to go platinum, that`s what the magazines sayin
Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin out wit`chu girlies
I`m like them Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
It`s just me, you and the semi - "Three`s Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B

[Chorus]

[Sky]
I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I`m in the game for the cash mayne
And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.`s
They say I`m arrogant and got a big ego
But they still love to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
But I ain`t gon` put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee
And ain`t no champagne left, so let`s toast `gnac
Sky baller and Game `bout to bring the West coast back
I`m on that get dough shit, that Frank War{?} pimpin that ho shit
In Cali smokin that `dro shit
I still push fishscale, and china white
A lil` nigga with a big gun and I ain`t tryin to fight

[Chorus]

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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: The Game f Sky - Put it in the Air [19 second instrumental to open] [Sky] Who`s hot, who`s not; I been the hottest thing on the West, ever since the death of Tupac Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops And it`s still nothin for me to get you shot You see him? Yup, the same ol` pimp Sky baller, and ain`t nuttin changed but my limp Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp Stay Dolce Gabbana`d down, play the Bahamas now Youse a donkey, I`ma piranha clown I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats While I`m drivin I get head in the cockpit of my `Vette And my game is sharp as a mosquito`s needle As far as the charts, young S be`s the Beatles Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy Them city slickers ain`t never been punks boy So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs [Chorus 2X: The Game] Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh`fuckers [The Game] I ain`t got no time for fake ones, so don`t think for a second I won`t pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it Or get yo` ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked I`m doin this for Eazy, like it or not I wouldn`t even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn`ta dropped I love this shit, I work and I`m good I ain`t on corner fuckers but I`m still in the hood I`m poised to go platinum, that`s what the magazines sayin Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip And she love hangin out wit`chu girlies I`m like them Philly nigs that come through "Early" Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley It`s just me, you and the semi - "Three`s Company" You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B [Chorus] [Sky] I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose A million miles a minute is how my block moves I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin I`m in the game for the cash mayne And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.`s They say I`m arrogant and got a big ego But they still love to swallow me up And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up But I ain`t gon` put my dick in for free, nah ma You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee And ain`t no champagne left, so let`s toast `gnac Sky baller and Game `bout to bring the West coast back I`m on that get dough shit, that Frank War{?} pimpin that ho shit In Cali smokin that `dro shit I still push fishscale, and china white A lil` nigga with a big gun and I ain`t tryin to fight [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Put it in the Air: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/13370.html Все тексты песен: The Game f Sky » The Game f Sky - Put it in the Air Рекомендуем скачать: » Яна - Хулиган » Яна Симон - Романс » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Это было бы смешно » Янка Дягилева - Гори, гори ясно » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Переполненный автобус ехал тихо... » Яков Коган - Джон Ячменное зерно » Янка Дягилева - Полкоролевства » Ярослав Юдин - Случайный сюжет » Янка Дягилева - Стервенею » Яков Коган - Бакинский трамвай » Янка Дягилева - От большого ума » Яна - Не спеши » Яков Кофман - Вот так проходит жизнь » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Когда перед ней он двери раскрыл... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Не стучись в мои двери зимою
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