Текст песни AZ the Visualiza - Let Us Toast
AZ the Visualiza - Let Us Toast слова песни
(talking)I wanna toast, on behalf of y`all`Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people babyBrooklyn!Here`s a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoesLong cons, diamond rings and the kings that blowTo all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some lowWhat the deal daddy, it`s all good, get that dough`Cause a y`all, I praise clothes, jewels and carsPaid dues, been schooled but can`t remove the scarsBoxed in, it`s my life now, part of the gameOn the streets with the hustlas who hustle the sameSome of vein, let`s toast to all the guns and the gangsAll the wheelchair victims and the one`s with the cainsI`m numb to the pain, it`s realness that runs through the veinBecomin sane, so many throwin slumb in the gameSo let us toast to the ones in memory ofAll the ??? jams we remember we loveWe remember we thugs, ???, Crips and BloodsLatin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps becauseWhatever makes the world go `round, we downAnd we`ll react as this world go `round, we loungeSo raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pupsAnd all the young chicks finally at that age to fuckThe razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us upFrom the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us roughMade some suck, some wasn`t made to trustSo I toast to the east coast, the stage is usThrow it up for the niggas that could, hold it upFold it up, if it`s fast money, slow it upThe streets need it, it`s gangsta when the beats get pleadedSleep, eat and breath it, it`s the life, love it or leave it(Chorus) 2xTo the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kingsRich niggas sittin on mils with ice in their ringsTo the bitches and the real hoes, let`s raise a toastShow love, who could take paper the mostSo from the streets where the hustlin brought us to lifeFrom the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fightThe poisinous bikes, police gun wars in the nightThe whores in the night, fiends up four in the nightGave us new style, but some just became too foulNow it`s two-thou`, year two-thou`So I toast to the live that know they brokeCookin bag they own work and know they cokeRoll they smoke, the underworld that know they locIt`s the life when you catch strikes and hold no notesNothin to lose for some that`s all out for gameFued in school, show us all out in veinFirst chips niggas get, out comes the chainThat`s it, soon his name be, out the gameIt`s the life, it`s like dice, some win, some loseWe pay the price but it`s the life that the real ones choose(Chorus) 4x