Текст песни Blaxuede f Lil Wayne, Turk - Dey Don`t Kno
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Lil Wayne:Wha, Wha, Wha, WhaCash Money, Wha, Wha, WhaHot Boy$, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, W-Wha, LaWhat it be likeGet inside `fore street lights17 rightI represent `til I fall under the dirt boyI run wit` Juvenile, B.G., and Turk boyAnd we the hottest, of the hottest, of the damn hotIn helicopters with my parters over land haNow listen, I be wit killaz, guerillas, ridaz and head bustazDrug dealers, wig splittaz, and Fed duckazDon`t be with no false man, haters, or rat niggazThey come around and I bust `em in they cat kissersYa understandBlaxuede:Now I done warned you not to battle meI leave more casualties, than the dollar bills in your salariesSnapin` these bitches into realityCryin` and pain, blind by the chainNiggaz can`t deny the reignIt`s a shame when I cock it backAnd it be like chill, on the realAin`t no stoppin` the black, under attackNigga stuntin` and thumpin`, all of y`all, the niggaz stuffinAnd like Michael Jackson, they always be startin somethin`Chorus: Lil Keenan (2x)We bring da pain, with the muthafuckin choppers in hand504, Cash Money, droppin` niggaz like rainBout to leave your body stankin`Nigga fuck what you sayin`Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil WayneTurk:I`m Quick to put in WorkPut your face on a T-ShirtWho that be `bout combat, that be that nigga TurkGet down and filthy for mine at anytime, wodieAnd I slang iron for mine, you`re outta line, wodieA guerilla, once I start ain`t no stoppin` itWhen i start to cockin` it, bodies gon` be droppin` itI hit your set with 50 plus 50 moreI catch you down bad and I ain`t gon` let you goBlaxuede:I done came from the motherland, no other man standin`Standin` with the country that be standin` on this planet>From way back in line, to getttin` recognizedAnd letti` niggaz know what`s ion my motherfucki` mind>From a karaoke to a trophy>From not havin` it all to mostlyTo Larry king tryin` to host meAnd Jay Leno, came from the local in the N.O.To nationwide with my own ride with tinted windows>From the 1996 Black Limo RentalTo a private Jet Flyin` me to Sacremento>From working in Winn-Dixie, to duets with Whitney>From Mad Dogg and WhiskeyTo moet `til tipsey>From class to businessThat`s from rags to richesSlowin` down from them poes to tryin` to pass them bitches>From "Girl he too black" to "Girl, Who that?">From a lower 9 shack to where I`m livin` atI done came a long road my nigga, just peep gameI done came from James Holmes my nigga, to BlaxuedeAnd it`s like thatLil Wayne:W-Wha, Wha, WhaW-Wha, Wha, WhaW-Wha, Wha, WhaW-Wha, Wha, WhaChorus: Lil Keenan (2x)Lil Keenan:Pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaWe bring the pain niggaBlaxuede, Turk, Wayne, bring the painThat nigga Keenan, bring the painWe bring the pain nigga (Nigga)We bring the pain nigga (Nigga)We bring the pain niggaWha, Wha