Текст песни Cappadonna, Solomon Childs, Suga Bang Ba - Spit That G
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[Cappadonna]Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it`s like thisIf you got big dollars, Spit That GKnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That GIf you gettin dough or whateverWhips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That GThis is how we do itWord up, it`s like this, check it outCheck it out, yo[Chorus: Cappadonna (all)]If you got ladies (Spit That G)If you got endo (Spit That G)If you got currency (Spit That G)W.T.C. (Spit That G)Say Spit That G (Spit That G)Say Spit That G (Spit That G)More sex and money make the world go roundDumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now[Solomon Childs]Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff worker, R.C.Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevailFive place love, exclusive, nine millimetersMy voice box run through tracks like wild cheetahsChampagne and catfish at the club, Geda`sJanet Jackson figures, I`m on nowGucci sweaters for all of my niggazCalm braided, chrome rimsGhetto birds with pink Timb`sA box of shells for the Cola for Kim`sSponsored by the Clan, seePop more vanilla cherry than Luke PerryNow tell me this ain`t the thug life[Hook 2X: Suga Bang Bang]Talkin bout the good lifeLivin in da ghetto, wild[12 O`Clock]What happened to the fist fights, the MC battles, nigga?Slingin newspapers on the Verrazano NarrowGettin off the fifth train on Carol to get wetSummertime sweat got me rockin short setsFrom the loaf tops, no socks, Hawaiian suitsTied nicely with the wooden spoon for the scoopYoung girls playin double Dutch and hoola-hoopsCap`n Crunch and Fruit Loops, camels and goose bootsIt was the FUBU, the stripped Lee`s, the Hoopty`sFive dollar bag of weed`s a real bag of weedA ki was at twenty g`s, hurled one at dope fiendsO.D., niggaz throwin bricks at my clickNow Giulianni got the state N.Y. locked like cuffBlack Bad Boys gettin rich like PuffThe Excursion truck need two spots on the parkin lotA stash box for the top, the lock[Prodical]Brook-nam, grace and charm, remain calm with chron`s of LebanonBlack man author, green Leprechaun from LexingtonP. Sunn, I crack ya face with the gunSmack the taste outta ya dunn, ya fam`s on the runNow y`all respect Sunn, shine all type directionHype discretion with the right connection, recitin lessonsBut my wea-pon reign automatic projectionBlow out ya reception, hose through ya reflectionOld gold complexion, Sunn I`ll swoll to perfectionDid a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legendsTwenty-one-two, I get that money with the WuUp in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew[Hook 4X][Interlude: Prodical (Timbo King)]Eh-yo, let`s talk about it (Let`s talk about it)Eh-yo, we be about it, be about itYo, we be about it (Killa Beez)We all about it, yo we all about itWe all about it, we be about itKilla Beez, yo we all about it[Timbo King]Yo I slap money for the love of rap moneyRock gully, high cop that bag of bombThis grown man talk, I could bag ya momWatch and learn, block got lots of germStraight like that, bake cake, ate like thatLove to kill, I just hate like thatYo these guns yap bodies on it, ain`t nobody want itWide body six-hundred, brand new papers on itFront roast up, corner thugs roast upMix the black with green, watch me mack the sceneAs a matter of fact, them caps gon` bangBrook-lawn pack those things, crack/cocaine[Chorus][Hook 2X]