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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung f E-40, First Degree, - Loaded

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(Lynch):The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirtyLeft him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard meI`m out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that ShamrockZip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black maskIn and out fast, murderous, vast vigorousStroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, and I do it to get my dick wetBrain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin` raped by my momma`s partnerSo I`ve been in pussy since I could start nuttin`I`m off that Cloraseptic and that RobatussinHad a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn`tHad me dumpin` out the back of Cadillac`s on WalterGot a stinky smell to him, can`t even hug my mommaI`m so sick I can`t sleep at night, might swallow my tongueGet all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water runGet the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin`In a funky situation that`s how we do itChorus:Situation, baby it seems I`m in a situation againI fuckin` realize it`s a situation of sinSometimes I just wanna stop tryin`Why must this shit always involve dying?(E-40):Runnin` shit like Sosza, Big Bank HankSmebbin` in a high performance zooped up Nova, pushin` crankCallin` shots on my gossipper, faulty chip1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hipNeighborhood watch better watch that assI`m a paperboy and I collects that cashOne more muthafuckin` complaint and your ass ain`t gon` lastOn a block where I clock cash so fastThis is a stick up, nigga, don`t even try itIf you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon` diePressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin` 10For what? For killin` my best friendAnd I`ll murder again if I`m forced, then I mustAfter the first time the second time was a rushWhat about the third time? The third time felt like sexWhat kind of guns did you use? Choppers, Uzis, TeksWhatever one works bestI`ll make a mess upon shooting flesh, `bout 15 holes in his chestVandalism, taggin` all muthafuckas names on the wallScandalism, dyin` over all kinds of senseless shit that`s smallAuto theft, stealin` cars for funSnatchin` purses cuz I`m young and dumbIf you a tourist check yo` map, don`t make the wrong turnMight end up in the hood where you gon` be learnin`CHORUS(First Degree):Rock it, don`t stop it, rock it, don`t stopI got this dirty yemp distributin` my wompBut if it was up to her, fool we`d be fuckin` like beaversBut I`m an over achiever around these heatersI don`t need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitchNow she lookin` for a nigga like me to feed her and shitDumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka First Degree keep a leash on his dickTake notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you `bout my strokesBut I done been gave that up, ain`t healthy no moreCuz a this yappin` and feelin`, she strapped with the homiesAnd her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bindLizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain`t rightCuz she got to bumpin` her gums like her momma, so I called herI said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter(Twamp Dog):Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the backTalkin` bout takin` me down to the Sac town county jail, strapped up cuz I did a jackArmed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get meKnowin` I`m into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin` with me2 time before this, now add one more to the program quickShackled down, now I`m on a mission to a one man cell with the quicknessThink about the work that I did that night and what went wrong, to get a rider caught30G bail cost to get me off, fightin` on the street, fuckin` watchedEvery 2 weeks another court date, thinkin` I can win, that`s no lieKept on goin` on for some months, lookin` the judge right in the eyesFeelin` his anger, watched fools before me do petty crimes and he`s givin` `em timeBein` a bitch about muggin` on me, nigga talkin` shit to me, heated likePointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like youSo it ain`t no love for me judgin` you, watcha gon` do? Take it to another court room?And that`s the first step for me, my lawyer knew the D.A.You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you seeIf I did take a deal, it`s only one year guaranteedBut I`m bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeksTryin` to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafuckaThen I messed around and had to go back to the first judge, sayin` don`t work for yaI wasn`t gettin` off that easy, my case had a little substance

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