Текст (слова) песни: 50 Cent - Elementary

f/ G-Unit, Scarlett

[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You can`t fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We fulla Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don`t talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It`s elementary

[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I`m Harlem bound
You should see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett `round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear `em whispering " dat ain`t a man, shit that`s her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that`s what`s up
Disrespect me, I`ll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don`t let ya peoples gas ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20`s for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I`m playing bitch
And the police we`ll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain`t shook, you see doing the shake

[50 Cent][Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV`s"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it`s all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It`s elementary

[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks` in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil`, I`mma pop it
I`m down for a profit
I`m ghetto as hell
You can`t tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I`m drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon` open
You can dance next to me, but don`t throw an elbow
I`ll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain`t paying for pleasure
Your pussy don`t bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It`s every girl`s dream, to floss with the team
Long limousine
DVD`s on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain`t gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine

[Hook]

[Tony Yayo]
I don`t wanna grow up, I`mma hustler kid
Go`head and stunt, see I don`t pop two your wig
I`m artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya`ll niggas hate me, `cause your wives be our groupies
Ya`ll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
`Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I`mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain`t no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid

[Hook]

[50 Cent]
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
It`s elementary

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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: 50 Cent - Elementary f/ G-Unit, Scarlett [50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can`t fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We fulla Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don`t talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It`s elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L.A. to N.Y. I`m Harlem bound You should see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett `round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear `em whispering " dat ain`t a man, shit that`s her." She roll with them G Unit niggas, that`s what`s up Disrespect me, I`ll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don`t let ya peoples gas ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20`s for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I`m playing bitch And the police we`ll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain`t shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent][Hook] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV`s" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it`s all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It`s elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks` in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil`, I`mma pop it I`m down for a profit I`m ghetto as hell You can`t tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I`m drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon` open You can dance next to me, but don`t throw an elbow I`ll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain`t paying for pleasure Your pussy don`t bring rainbows and pots of treasure It`s every girl`s dream, to floss with the team Long limousine DVD`s on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain`t gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [Hook] [Tony Yayo] I don`t wanna grow up, I`mma hustler kid Go`head and stunt, see I don`t pop two your wig I`m artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So ya`ll niggas hate me, `cause your wives be our groupies Ya`ll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down `Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I`mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain`t no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid [Hook] [50 Cent] The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet It`s elementary Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Elementary: http://musworld.ru/music/num/1/1/5569.html Все тексты песен: 50 Cent » 50 Cent - I`m Gonna Be Alright » 50 Cent - `Till I Collapse Freestyle » 50 Cent - Like My Style » 50 Cent - 50 Bars » 50 Cent - Just a lil` bit » 50 Cent - Poor Lil` Rich » 50 Cent - Don`t Push Me » 50 Cent - Green Lantern » 50 Cent - Fat Bitch » 50 Cent - Blood Hound » 50 Cent - Wanksta » 50 Cent - Thicker Than Water » 50 Cent - 21 Questions (Remix) » 50 Cent - That Ain`t Gangsta » 50 Cent - In Da Club » 50 Cent - Clue Shit! » 50 Cent - Patiently Waiting » 50 Cent - I Don`t Need `Em » 50 Cent - A Baltimore Love Thing » 50 Cent - 21 Questions (Remix) (Feat. Nate Dogg) Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Жук - Посвящение » Игорь Андриенко - Про бесенка » Иван Конев - Ежи » Игорь Белый - Когда под нашей новой ванной... » Игорь Жук - Цель » Игорь Лукьянов, Светлана Волкова - Гори свеча. (Посвящается Творческому Союзу ФМКЛ) » Иван Колечкин - Памяти Ю.Визбора » Игорь Андриенко - Бр-р » Игорь Белый - Песня весёлых японских рыбаков » И.Ортман - Фотография » Игорь Белый - Персонаж » И.Ортман - Осень » Ирина Анциферова - Арбатское танго » Иван-Кайф - Планета уродов » Игорь Андриенко - Когда-нибудь в далекой стороне » Иванушки International - Вселенная » Игорь Лукьянов - Скиталец » Ирина Левинзон - Горькая свадьба » Игорь Кузьмин - Ванкувер. Зима » И.Ортман - Меняю
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