Текст песни Arstist: Devin - Write & Wrong
Arstist: Devin - Write & Wrong слова песни
(I think I`m ready, manI`m ready to rap)Nigga, you just talkin shit, manI don`t wanna hear that shit(Hey, I`m ready, man)Man, you been sayin that shit(I`m ready to put it down)Yeah, yeah...(Show you that I`m down)Ha-ha, alright, alrightWe`ll see, manThis ain`t no game, though[ VERSE 1 ]Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fineAnd you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhymeWe can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flowWith some cool pimp shit about some weed or some hoesOr supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancersOr some growin-up-hard shit with slim to none chancesMaybe a familiar tune people already heardLet`s call Morris, see how much he want for a birdOr fuck it, fuck it, let`s strictly go popDo anything for the women while mis-representin your blockYou can be famous in public with the right music and subjectYou can make millions, nigga, if you just make that million love itImagine, you havin world tours, gettin paidHoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laidYou don`t have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit itYou will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I`m with it[ CHORUS ] All you gots to do is (write) Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life All you gots to do is (write) And they`ll be right by your side, everything gon` be tight But when you`re wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you`re wrong, muthafuckas gonna criticise ya When you`re wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you`re wrong... (Some tell you it`s a art, some tell you it`s a shame)[ VERSE 2 ]Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in itAnd since everybody`s dyin, put some killin up in itI be right here by your side smokin kill until you`re finishedAnd if you get writer`s block, then nigga, chill for a minuteAnd hold up, okay, I got a tight ideaJust rap like you mad, the baddest muthafucka out hereThen bitches will respect ya, niggas might try to check yaNuts, money didn`t getcha while them laws steady fetch yaBut think about it - you got it? Then write it downTry your best to remember, don`t worry now on how it soundsIt`s gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it`s onJust sacrifice your life and leave your problems at homeNow there`s a million muthafuckas like yourself think they deserve itIf they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirtySo just study these lines and make sure you don`t forget itGet on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I`m with it[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judgesMade up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches, con-men and hustlersI don`t know why, but to qualify you must become one of theseMake somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheeseWhat, you`re scared? Nigga, shit, this ain`t the game to be inIf you can`t do for you and yours, then how you think you gon` win?Now where your niggas at? Get em together, then flipNow where them bitches at? Buy em whatever to sipBut see, you can`t get player points taken away, so come realDisregard people`s emotions, give a fuck how one feelsAnd you can witness other brothers walkin in the same pathWishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bathYou see, ah, that`s the life that I leadAnd if you wanna follow a model, sit right by meAnd I can pass you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit itBut get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I`m with it[ CHORUS ]