Текст песни A Wax f RidahJ. Clyde (Mob Figaz) - 65 G`z in a Jordan Briefcase
A Wax f RidahJ. Clyde (Mob Figaz) - 65 G`z in a Jordan Briefcase слова песни
* send corrections to the typist(A Wax)I was always on some other shit (I was always on some other shit)I was just about to smother shit (I was just about to smother shit)Then that bitch walked upYou wanna get chalked upIf not I suggest you kick rocksGo a coupla blocks over where you can get rocksGet rocked, entertainment for thugsA few say it was rappinMust claim it was drugsThat made it happenCome threw slappin behind yellow tentsBitches love it sayin gimme a blowI was a penny from po`Not many months agoLost my mom many blunts agoSo you punk`ll knowI started writin it downAnd if you take away my folksI don`t like the town(chorus)It`s entertainment for thugsThey knockin A Wax while they slangin they drugsIt`s entertainment for thugsIt`s hard like the big yard they bangin like bloodsIt`s entertainment for thugsThey knockin J. Clyde while they slangin they drugsIt`s entertainment for thugsIt`s hard like the big yard they bangin like bloods(Ridah)Hoppin the year latest whipGucci force ones my kicksPosin takin flicksHold up don`t throw up yo hood in thisThis goin to my lifers from Quinten to WrikersIs it the ridah standin next to the lexy on fireSent you a kite wit thatOn how I almost died and now my llife is backYou see the white-gold smile on my faceFa`sho it`s ice wit thatI fly by in the night threw the same streets I coulda died inA hundred timesCount my blessings clean my nineSee the times changeAnd my mind frame grewStill the same lil nigga pants hangin drinkin a brewIn front of the dirty storeFrench braids resemble snoophustlin on school street when I shoulda been in schoolBut fuck thatIt`s entertainment for thugsNow they knockin J. Clyde while they pumpin they drugsSpin my record niggas dump in the clubLove is loveWe all starsSpit at the guard, one(chorus)(A Wax)It`s entertainment for thugsBy thugsBrainwash fans to by drugsFly thugsBrainwash bitchesI was actin like a squares she say I came off viciousBut still came off digitsStill wonderin whyMust`ve saw the benz wagon go thunderin byMust`ve saw it at a stop signNot movin but the wheels still spinninWhen she thought about choosinOn Wax(chorus)