Текст песни AllFrumThaI f Mack 10 - Fill My Cup (To Tha Rim)
AllFrumThaI f Mack 10 - Fill My Cup (To Tha Rim) слова песни
Mack muthafuckin 10Back up in ya witta`nother muthafuckin gangsta hitBut this time 1-0 Productions givin the muthafuckin punchWit my niggas, my new niggas:AllFrumThaIRun it, Squeak(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru)It`s like 24/7, 365How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mindGots to get this rap shit tightThat`s why I write and fuck [up everything ?] on the micI wanna filthy rich and when I pitchGame at a bitch, she couldn`t rock my dickSeven digit bank accounts and we bounceWeed by the pound, fuck a ounceI`m mashin petrol thru the ghettoFuck the metro, nigga got the bankroll and wouldn`t buy BenzoGettin paper is a habit, I want it lavishGoddamn, if it`s there I gots to grab itSo God, please, can you make me famousI wanna stack a big head from earth to UranusGot to combine these rhymes for the grindIt`s time, I can`t keep the paper off my mindChorus:I wanna fill my cup to tha rimTell me long will it take for me to stack my paperI`m tryna stay down because I`m Inglewood swanginAllFrumThaI til I die, we hoo-bangin(Verse 2 -Binky Mack)Now tell me who can fade usBreakin off from Inglewwod to VegasRub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crapGame, really don`t matter what the hustleSo my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscleTap on the do` to see if ya homeBetter [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the windowGots to fill my cup by any meansNecessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scaryHustle and dreams, now is hustle at any meansMe and my nigga on some hustlin schemesGot niggas hoes takin me shoppin, it`s only poppin And it won`t be no stoppin, I`m droppinRhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cashCuz when it comes to a broke bitchNigga, I pass and when women wanna wine and dineMack 10`s bought the Benz off the [lac] I`ll be tellin bitches it`s mineChorus(Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)A nigga wanna stack him a millionHave a house away from the average civilian[Fo` do ???], [???] entourage20 muthafuckers when we mobLive [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that`s the shitPut the hood down, now my niggas got gripHavin money is a scheme, American DreamA nigga from the ghetto livin like a kingAnd at night my appetite is rightI like the big MD shine in the light--twistedA hundred [???] make a nigga powI wish the homies in the pen could see me nowWestside!!!Chorus