Текст песни 50 Cent - Elementry
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Текст песни 50 Cent - Elementry
[50 Cent] G Unit![50 Cent] A, B[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me[50 Cent] ( )C, D[Scarlett] We from the 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 OnesWhite on white, ya like?Red I flight the nightFrom L.A. to N.Y.I'm Harlem boundYou see how bitches tips up, when Scarlett 'roundNiggas get the heart to holla while we up in the clubBut get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubsI hear 'em whispering "Ain't a man, shit that's heard."She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's upDisrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya upTake my advice, don't let ya peoples gas ya upI got a fetish for the chips20's for the sixHollows for the clipsTry me, if you think I'm playing bitchAnd the police we'll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-upUptown niggas known for the money they makeEverybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake[50 Cent][Chorus]The boss spending endsSaying, "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 champgane, 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 floorI slid through the front doorWith the 9 and the velourA cal in my pocketYou wil', I'mma pop itI'm down for a profitI'm ghetto as hellYou can't you tell?My road dog, under the jailGetting frustrating mailSo I'm drinking and smokingThinking and hopingThis cell gon' openYou can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbowI'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell ToesHell noI ain't paying for pleasureYour pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasureIt's every girl's dream, to floss with the teamLong on the suine DVD's on the screenBlowing on creamWaiting for you to schemeYou ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine[Chorus][Tony Yayo]I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kidGo'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wigI'm artistic, intelligent, so much abilityWhen I use them big words, your bitch be feeling meSo ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupiesYa'll irritate me, like loud people in the moviesFall back, matter fact back down'Cause I just passed security without no pat downYou can catch me in the bathroom blowing a stickyOr catch me on the dancefloor feeling some titsSex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-PSo my pockets never be emptyIt ain't no problem, we scoop them modelsWe got condoms, coups, and lavish condos50 got me getting ass like I never didSo when I step in the club, hoes love the kid[Chorus][50 Cent]The cat in the house goMeow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meowThe bird in the cage goTweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweetIt's elementary