Текст песни B-Legit, Niki Scarfo, Rame Royal, Richie - Stick Wit Her
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Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)*I let the dark metal bark wit no emotionsharply focusedtearin through yo heart like a shark in the oceanwhat gave you the notion that you could slow my hustletake a share my businessI make you bear witness to this Oakland quarter sack vandallrunnin a quarter panellan you can order that on any rap channelwit enough ammo an a black flannelto bury Rambowritin plans fo my camary land flow.Verse 2 *(B-Legit)*I swang loose at nightSav-el wit stripestrain in mist to be a killa9-8 Vern Millerfill it to the top wit the Aiwa ducean no game niggas get the fuck cut loose7-duce tonightI roll one righta vet on a set still trumped up tightwork streets at nightSupreme so cleangettin money from the block like a slot machine.Verse 3 *(Niki Scarfo)*I turn the blocks to war zoneshin & juice fills my cantineI`m at home when I blast chrome to keep the pressure on beammurder sceneshe got hit when he crossed the grainno time to explaintwo in his brain, that`s the gamefuck the fameI want the fortunethe best place is outta townthe Vill was scorchinyears an years of dramacreeps, murder beefseems niggas lost sleep over freaks caught up between the sheets.Chorus *(Richie Rich)*Niggas need the money and the musclepicture thata hog, a pimp, an two dogs wit no muzzlesin an everyday strugglewe had to hustlemy campstay amped about the stamp spender.Chick getterhard hittergot a bitch in the club, Stick Wit Hernigga, cuz if we get herwe gon` have it our wayhard times an connected wit the Bay.Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)*I`m screamin "Silence peeps"come down them streets4 point 4 pounds of blow is two ki`ssticky fingerhit each kick for 6 zipsslick nigga paintin my town in new whipsthe coke bouncerlow number announcer12 zones short nigga finna take him courtit`s my clickI know they notice, we evictwe on some mo fuck a bitch, slang rock shitcheck this.Verse 5 *(Rame Royal)*I slang a bomb of quarter back like Randalldrop backcaulk back the gatblow out yo candleto hot to holdto hard to handle when I unloadstill knockin jumbowatchin for Columborock it to the top of the pot like gumbopaparazzi spot feds wit Royal to crumblebeen breakin bread an tryin to count much moremakin big heads til my pockets look like Mount Rushmore.Verse 6 *(Niki Scarfo)*My games upholdto push a Rolls puffin doewhile I`m seen sellin soda goes beyond golden flowsfrom the Vill to weight holdersweighed his vest downan still got touched jumpin outta Range Rovers5 g`s to a soldierand 5 afterfuck the fedsand he finally got a chaptercuz juss the heat the streets be crucialso believe when you face this killa the feelin mutual.*(Chorus)* 1xVerse 7 *(B-Legit)*I gots 2 pits wit me an they tone the pimpgo harda nigga disregard that lippump it down in yo holethe green in yo doegot bitches movin shit out department storesit`s H-O-Z dedicated to worklike to pull on my colla when I pimp it workif it`s yo skirtshe choose ya loseeither that or the d-boy blues.Biatch.Verse 8 *(Richie Rich)*Nigga refer to the hook see the clothes by the bitchit`s real shitremember the muscle an same hustlewants free hustle put yo mind at easesmoke weeda nigga do whatever he pleasetwo dogsone hogan one pimppushin heir-ron, coke, ex an hempniggas got this game at a stand stillkeep the land filled wit leaves of coke until my hands filled.*(Chorus)* 2x