Текст песни AZ f Joe - Everything`s Everything
AZ f Joe - Everything`s Everything слова песни
(Joe)Aiyyo, we veterans now,AZ, AZAnd J-O-E(AZ)I`m back, no Belve, just bottles of DonWith the same role plays that`s about to go on,Any stagnation, I rise beyondGet it right, understand ma, ties are strongFrom the streets where it all started, back in schoolTo the dough stacks,and nigga start actin` foolWho`s be the loud type and like to flash the jewelsHit something nice then broadcast the news,Facts and weed, this slow track that weDid it all in the hood, had to leaveAsthmatic, guess I had to breatheShort nigga wait up, suppose to grab the `veesBlasted for few winters, rejuvenatedReturn like you remembered, but more swifterStronger than your malt liquor,Money, hoes and clothes, don`t let them hoes get cha,They not fair(Joe)[Chorus] 2XThat`s how we ball, that`s how we bangShow them how we are in them thangs,Play your part, play the gameEverything`s everything(AZ)This is real, believe it I take look for realIt`s perspiration under the booster wheel,Trucks and 20`s, `Lacs wit them cocked ZazemiYou can catch me at Justin`s or up in Jimmy`sJack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride,If you lie, that`s the only way I let you insideDrop them or not, probably for the love of the blockSee me solo in a photo, hands under my cockFor face, the white clock and tainted shadesTake for fake, got a face that just say for raiseGet in the mix, sittin` up in cinema six,Multi-complex, go before the end of the flickIt`s just me, besides I`m just a GWit the O in the front, I know what you wantBelieve… I`m sucka-free[Chorus] 2X(Joe)Back up your work, hit the block and pitchDon`t stop `til you rich, `cause shots never snitchStick to the script, tuckin` the chainEverything`s everything(AZ)See times don`t stop, and crime won`t stopSo I won`t stop til I`m sittin` on top,To every home phones and cells get blocked,And every hard top get chop til we dropIf the streets don`t get us, the peace gon` get usWait til the lord they don`t hit us,I`m so iffy, keep the `dro sticky(???) fifty, come and smoke with meBring some cups in the clubs and toast with me,So small crispy, man I flow sippyAnd the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchenBack shots, ass in the air, best position(Joe)That`s how we ball, that`s how we bangEverybody do your thang[Chorus] 2X(Joe)Back up your work, hit the block and pitchDon`t stop `til you rich, but shots never snitchStick to the script, tuckin` the chainEverything`s everything[Chorus and Joe`s verse] til music fade