Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - 3 Card Molly, слова песни C-Rayz Walz

Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - 3 Card Molly

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Word up, I ain`t forget y`all, yeah Doug[C-Rayz Walz]Four to five times, dum-dums blastIn the chest of my brother, that breath was the last oneI don`t believe it, my heart need a castI told him, GET OUT THAT LANE, cause it was too fastAin`t it time to, cut these yellow lines, theshow must go on I got his younger brother on my mindCash tragic, wish I knew magic tricksI`d bring it back to the physical scriptAnd dreams is broke, he got smoked for coke - in the form of rockWhat it made worse, he was on his own blockAt the funeral, I cried then laughedAt the same time, my wrath, had me happy and sadTo reminisce, off his unique funnynessAdds up to this, his life was a giftTo be back, the memories from days of way backBefore, Crips or gats, colored tops and grafWe thought, bikes was fat, and girls was whackThey said you died black, but I don`t believe that`Member that time I took the shit in the train stationAnd you said the cops was comin, but you was just playinRight after we robbed that crackhead famsThat was back in the day, but DAMNWe both had the, high-top, fades like Kane andWe was fiendin for them Nike Airs on Fordham RoadIt don`t make sense, how you was goneAnd it don`t make rent, how I don`t get paid for this songBut it make rent, in my pocket when I pull `em outAnd it make me, wanna go and.. yoI feel like blastin myself, cause my pops is goneThis ain`t nothin goin on, but the stocks and bondsLost in the ocean of life, provokin the strifeCouldn`t see the day, with the motion of night[Chorus - repeat 2X]Off on the road, 3 card mollyFuckin up the icey man in front of everybodyBX, the place I was fromBX, man I loved that slum[C-Rayz Walz]And Ms. Rios, sorry that I dissed your flagAnd when Ty got shot, he had to shit in a bagBut that`s okay, cause Ra lay, on the same cornerOn the same ave, where I sold, marijuanaAnd Ms. Carolyn, was a nosy neighborMr. Sack was screamin loud, but that was the daysof a angry sick juvenile, mentalityNot nice on the mic, but niggaz ain`t wanna battle meCause the knuckle game was Chuck NorrisThe gun was enchanted, enterin a buck-buck forestWithout the dollars, more lies that MorrisYou know how it go, for con artistsI remember block parties and, 22`sAnd light and serious and, a funny crewAnd Jabu I miss you, when you died I was upsetCouldn`t know how it felt, to be a Vietnam vetTo hear bombs goin off in your ear, with big MetallicaAnd now we in the streets and the jails is like GalagaThey got your DNA samplePlus they got your female in the house trampled{*sounds*} is the hell of the train stationI try to move out, leave the pain vacantBut it stay here, and it stays thereBust out, stray shots, there`s no fear[Chorus]

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3 Card Molly

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