Текст песни A.G. f Wali World - Leave it Alone
A.G. f Wali World - Leave it Alone слова песни
[Wali World]Uhh.. `nother one of them thingsIt`s another one of them thingsYeah, yeah, feel meYeahh, c`mon, ya feel me?They gon` feel this, check itOne two check me out uhhWe Ghetto Dwellas rollin with "Goodfellas," that`s Power RuleOn tracks, commitin murder like my name was Ja Rule"Holla Holla," you`re out of bounds fuckin with WorldAnd Carter, Carter - you want beef? It`s not a problemRed-dot `em, cock back, blast and shot `emD.O.A., just to show `em we don`t playSmoke weed all day, me, Craig, and {?}Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whipand not crashin it, while y`all niggaz can`t get a dateThat be the same reason why niggaz hateYo we goin platinum, Wali World out to get the papesFuck the album, got niggaz buggin off the snippet tapeI +Dig in the Crates+, and make tracks hotter than lavaOne love to Khalid, KenyattaAnd Trigger Tone, when you get home, we got it sewnLike Bones, I let you rock my three G stones[A.G.]Yo word to Arthur Ashe, serve these fools and spark the hashYo World let`s get these mills, cut the halfRoll with ladies that pack, plus baby got backGotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rapIn fact, my value now is past a mill`Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I`ll give you half for realPass the pill, drop hot ones that last untilStraight dirt, y`all pussy niggaz clean with MassengilWanna star with a dick attached, I`ll show `em oneRun trizzies like Joe and `em, I cock the M-1Get busy when I`m holdin oneSo many rounds I get dizzy when I`m loadin `emFront, then I`m sober son[Chorus: Wali World]Do you got my tape kid, you better get itAiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with itAiyyo you got the CD, you better get itAiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it, c`mon[Chorus Two: Wali World]Don`t touch this, ah ah, leave it alonePlay your position when we`re rockin on the microphoneDon`t stop (don`t stop) I`m not finished yetI kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jetBack to the lab (to the lab)...Don`t touch this, ah ah, leave it alonePlay your position when we`re rockin on the microphone[A.G.]See me? Throw it up when I rolls upCD? Twenty-fo` bucks with only fo` cutsScrew courts, them havocs get cut short like NewportsOut of towners call me New York, Yank hat with a smooth walkI came with my niggaz; new topics mixed with blue chronicDon`t rock it - I`ma blame y`all niggazFor sleepin on the boobonic, 15 minus two dollarsSo hurry and cop it - I entertain y`all niggazI spit flames on these other rappersLyrically see me as madness, I`ll touch them faggotsThey don`t have it, plus them average, crush them bastardswith one lines, bust 41 times like one-timeAnd it`ll still be no crime, from Japan back to LondonI have `em runnin cause these raps is stunninHoney ass is pumpin, so throw the L`s upAnd after the show I`m smashin somethin, get dirty baby[Chorus] w/ minor variations[Chorus Two][Wali World]Don`t stop (don`t stop)...I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jetBack to the lab (to the lab)...Don`t touch this, ah ah...... microphoneKick a hole in the speaker...We`re, back to the lab (to the lab)...Don`t touch this, ah ah...Out of bounds in hereWith my nigga A.G. in hereG.D., we get dirty