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Текст песни Ali - Ore-Ore-O

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(Ali)C`mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)Hey, uh, it`s Lee I`m amazin`, original AsianLime blazin` hatin`ll get you nowhere, but get meHotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustionMy temperature`s raisin`, nigga for days and daysMinutes I was just I been waitin`From a shine, to reduce your regrimesDimes to raisins, you talkin`Me? Naw naw player I`m sparklin`Straight up parkin`, hoppin` out with a Eagle barkin`(Pop pop) Money, my car chop chopHot spot for the jewels, man I`m keepin` the GlockYou might get popped, I`m good ain`t no duckin` the dot2000 number J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!)I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) I say like uh uhShould let you know, I`ma bring it really rawIt be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really rawCome again now(Chorus: Ali)Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oIf you real, let me hear you sayHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oIf you all about your paper then you sayHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oIf you real, let me hear you sayHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)(Ali)I need a trillion dollars for every breath I takeFor heaven`s sake, just to keep righteous food on my plateAnd I`m gon` get it, whether it be rap-rockin` if notIt`s back to crack-poppin` out the back of the barbershopNo holds barred, back streets to boulevardsGain way, throwin` house parties in the PJ`sCars square village, love joy laneBuddha 88 man it`s still the sameI can`t complain, I know niggas that lost they brainGot they chest removed, straight vestibulesDon`t test a fool, who ain`t got shit to loseThat ain`t cool, now he gotta rep off of youThat`s why I stay to myself, stay alive and teachPuff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reachI ain`t a thug, so nigga I ain`t gon` start that nowI`m Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound(Chorus: Ali)(Ali)You want to feel made? Roll with me for a dayExcursion weight, absolutely splurgin` wayOkay first, my team a hundred deep at leastRespected highly on the streetCause we don`t start no beef, in the clubMurphy suede, human grenadeAnd some handmade, hide the hazeBehind the Cartier Rolls tintedE`er word I speak I`m in itHip hop; we in it, from now until infiniteWe like ten foster kids bringin` daddy businessWe turn the heat up to Tae-Bo in the club we post the GuinnessWe had the guard spook one of my gods then broke looseHad to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juiceIcy noose, bluey suit outside cuteInside room ugly as a pea-green suit with rufflesWe fold up chairs in a tussleOutside we gon` put somethin` harder than muscles(Chorus: Ali)Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-oHey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)

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