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Текст песни Cappadonna f Lounge Mode, Solomon Childs - Pain is Love

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[Chorus: Cappadonna]Pain is love, that`s what this nigga told meI keep washin` my face with blunts and O.EMix coke with dust, still can hold meWhat made ya muthafuckas think you control me?[Lounge Mode]Staten Island been wildin`, so Osama`s nothingAnd my niggaz out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin`Gotta squad, what you think, it ain`t no guns or something?Picture Me Rollin`, holdin` less than a one or somethin`You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automaticLike, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, rightYou wanna see it? Then get on my nervesOh you live, and I`m gettin` money spit on my curbIn the hood where it get no harder, only tougherCrack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brotherHustlin`, still forty off a hundred packsI`d rather lounge in the back of the barMe and my dog throw crack in the jarListen to this rap star, while I sit back in the carAnd I told ya`ll niggaz how the Staten rockWe don`t, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shotsYou get caught if you ask a lot, like you don`t knowAnd where you at, then ya ass is got[Chorus][Solomon Childs]We bringin` back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronicConceived with slow jams by The DelfonicsAt a level that you should of been years agoResponsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragicRest in peace, to Mayor Guliani`s termThey say I`m wrong, shitI`m try`nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy AwardsAll around the ball glowin`, they got the weed flow droughtedOr maybe niggaz in the hood just ain`t `bout itTalkin` Hercules, and ain`t nothin` but dog foodStaten Island, New York City droolsCrazy glue on my fingerprintsName on the concrete of my hood, what`s really good?Vendetta`s with these rap starsFrontin` like this crime and the pet is they carsBelieve I was God in my last lifeWhat if it was your knife? What if they was your gloves, nigga..[Chorus][Cappadonna]Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love shitAnd ya`ll bitch ass niggaz, ya`ll wanted me to quitBecause the way I dress ill and the way that I spitBut I ain`t never gon` stop, droppin` these jointsAnd ya`ll fake ass niggaz, ya`ll ain`t gettin` no pointsDon`t try to sabotage me, cuz you just can`t do itYou had me in the Square, last year, but you blew itBig Donna from the group home, that`s my wordSplash shots at your whip, splash shots at your birdLeave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curbPillage for life, Allah`s will be the most superbSmoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herbSo bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can`t liveMy gun`s on empty, but it`s more shots to giveI pop you like a slave cop, run in your cribThrow darts at your wife, throw darts at your kidLeave your house flooded with hits like O.J. didEscapin` the crime scene and you love how I slid[Chorus]

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