Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - Buck 80, слова песни C-Rayz Walz

Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - Buck 80

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Got you[Chorus One]Yo where you at? Right here; what`d you spit? Light yearsI`m fresh - like a new pair of white AirsStay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladiesBuck 50, keep the change - here`s a buck 80[Chorus Two]Yo where you at? Right here; what`d you spit? Light yearsI`m fresh...Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladiesBuck 50, keep the change - here`s a buck 80Chicks dig how I spit it, ladies love the phlegmI don`t ball with none of y`all, I`m still above the rimsAnd the roundhouse kicks, had the streets, huggin these jimsDrop jewels, even fools be lovin the gems (dig it)Let`s get it on and poppin, and keep it activatedI hope you mean advanced, speakin on any plans rap-relatedI body my verses, rip the beat, shape itPress rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnatedLike retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cutYou wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in your buttYou ain`t a thug, I run the club with rum in the cupReady to rush your DJ, just to make your music jump (punk)That`s why I go to clubs with like ten beamsAnd the white mens I run with can`t jump, cause they own the teamAnd if you ain`t Kim, it seems you don`t know meI spit 16`s in your face like twin Colbys[Chorus One] - 2X[C-Rayz Walz]Chances get slim like {?}, that shapeshiftcause Snoop done wrecked +Gin & Juice+ like BET, and my Chi homeyWho`s fuckin with dis? Have you duckin the hitsLeave you stuck in desert with a bucket of piss (bitch)Sit in the passenger seat, while I`m crashin your JeepHot potato was the only way you herbs was passin the heat (c`mon son)You a mangina, and a prom queen-ahwho learn how to thug from fans and don divasThis is that Hell Rell shit, that spell well kidI snuff buildings, if I wanna sell bricksDeal with thick {?}, no time for fine dimesMy lines got +Big+ potential like I write for ShyneAnd I`m master of the cypher, Lord of the RingsAnd my third-eye blings, like +The Scorpion King+And that`s exactly what sounds funny seeCause next time I rap, it`ll be on the soundtrack for Mummy 3[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two][C-Rayz Walz]The game`s painstaking, I remain ancientClaims to have your dame dancin naked on `posin train stationsCats`ll push a button, mush ya wifey buttonNever mind your business, divine intervention`s when you butt inI don`t spit no more, I circle while at gamesQuick to give you barbed wire thongs for your granny pantiesYou bitch made, couldn`t stab a track with a switchbladeAfter you dictate, tell me how my dick tastePut 7 in your chest, if you owe them checksAnd I ain`t talkin `bout the Clippers, leave your jersey a messI`m a veteran, respect me, my basic spitmake these young players better, like Jason KiddAnd if I`m gettin paper, it`s cause I`m rippin flavorI`m nice around the mic like the Wizard playersSpit a verse that deserve a replayGet on some humble shit like YO, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DJ[Chorus One] - 2X

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