Текст (слова) песни: Young Jeezy - The Realist

Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)
I ride on these niggaz

Let`s get it!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That`s a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In `9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin` rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin` lights, my mind`s playin` tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin` at a nigga
You know, you feelin` ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin` with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight
And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight
And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight
And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight
And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

Nowadayz the GT`s glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I`m 36 souls away
From givin` the mic up and goin` back to the streetz (naww)
What`s the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggaz rappin` `bout blow, like it`s a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain`t tryna set trends
`Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggaz playin`, I show you what that street shit `bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it`s gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin`-ass niggaz ain`t never sold no yams
I`m talkin` sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin` hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

[Hook]

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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: Young Jeezy - The Realist Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let`s get it! [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Super charger, the same color as PJ (yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That`s a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In `9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin` rich is like one-in-a-million (hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin` lights, my mind`s playin` tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin` at a nigga You know, you feelin` ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin` with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo [Hook: Young Jeezy] And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss... [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Nowadayz the GT`s glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I`m 36 souls away From givin` the mic up and goin` back to the streetz (naww) What`s the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin` `bout blow, like it`s a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain`t tryna set trends `Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin`, I show you what that street shit `bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it`s gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin`-ass niggaz ain`t never sold no yams I`m talkin` sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin` hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Realist: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/124/1/2099.html Все тексты песен: Young Jeezy » Young Jeezy - Still On It » Young Jeezy - Go Getta » Young Jeezy - Hypnotize » Young Jeezy - Streets On Lock » Young Jeezy - Let`s Get It/Sky`s the Limit » Young Jeezy - Air Forces (Bonus Track) » Young Jeezy - My Hood » Young Jeezy - Last of a Dying Breed » Young Jeezy - Bottom of the Map » Young Jeezy - Trapstar » Young Jeezy - The Realist » Young Jeezy - I Got Money » Young Jeezy - Over Here » Young Jeezy - Trap or Die » Young Jeezy - Don`t Get Caught » Young Jeezy - Thug Motivation 101 » Young Jeezy - Go Crazy » Young Jeezy - Over Here » Young Jeezy - Go Crazy » Young Jeezy - Mr. 17.5 Рекомендуем скачать: » Роберт Александров - Жизнь играет в кошки-мышки... » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Простебался » Рефлекс, Reflex - Пообещай мне » Раиса Абельская - Детство » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РџР»С‹РІС‘С‚ Р’РµРЅРѕС‡РµРє » Роберт Александров - Сыну посвящается » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Времечко » Раиса Абельская - Праздничная » Раиса Нурмухаметова - От белых мух до первых комаров » РљР°Р±СЂРёРѕР»РµС‚ - РљСѓСЃР°СЋ Р СѓРєРё » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РЇР±Р»РѕРЅРµРІС‹Р№ Р’РµС‡РµСЂ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Пустите меня на планету » Руки Вверх - Некрасивая » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Голоснёшь у дороги, приняв светлый лик... » Руки Вверх - Ай, ай, ай девчонка » Руслан Шмаков - Запоет опять соловушка... » Ракета - Колыбельная медведицы » Р’РёРєС‚РѕСЂРёСЏ Р”Р°Р№РЅРµРєРѕ - РЇ Р‘СѓРґСѓ Р›СѓС‡С?Рµ » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - Р”Р°РІР°Р№, Р”СЂСѓР¶РѕРє, РќР° РџРѕСЃРѕС?РѕРє » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Открытье зрело не нарочно...
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