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Текст песни Buckshot - Feel It

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[swan]Yo, take a walk through the terror domeInstead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chromeWhere them dollars at? what, nigga holla backIs what they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaqueHere to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regularMoney exchangin, rearrangin on a cellularWe do it up in a benz or a hoop dogSmokin black, listenin to snoop doggWe them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money blockSmack you all up in your funny top, guns cockIn the drop top, headed to the chop shopGettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop[chorus 2x]Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin thisYou can roll a bag of la if you feelin itYou can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the sideYou can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this[buckshot]Im high when I know Im sweatin, plus Im gettinReady to set like nino brown at the weddingYou a new jack, this aint a cityWhat a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fiftyAnd if I take 49, and youre left with oneSee the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf sonTake ya breath son, nah, heres the oxygenFuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks againThrow ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man upNow you cant stand up, fucked your whole plan upEvery time the gun jam up, the back slam upUpside ya head, give me my respects[tone cappone]Yo, theres nowhere to run, theres nowhere to hideDont no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna dieA nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguiseSee before jesus, the only man chosen was iAnd you can a dream or a nightmare, and Im right thereStandin over there, wit a bead and a mic therePuff there, hype there, russell there, mike thereAll them niggas watch me embarrass you, right thereFrom brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and backAnywhere you go, you see the knights only attackNiggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracksWe bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq[chorus 2x][sweet mellodye]A real hard head makes a real soft assI thought I told these muthafuckas they aint in our classQuick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patchFuck that, I make em run and get they wife and come backYou dumb black, bum raps is what yall gotItll take a forest fire, just to make ya hotAnd I aint got no time for them weak ass rhymesAnd then, when you spittin its three and four at a timeCome on now, I hate to be rude and shitBut its only a chosen few that can do this shitI thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shitBut you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shitYou know you makin me sick, like the flu and shitAnd stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shitYou see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spitThat rap crack, you phat, aint all that and shit[chorus 2x]

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