Текст песни Central Coast Clique f Lil` Rob - Underground 4 Life
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Leva, leva, leva, levaLeva, leva, leva, leva[Triple C]You better run for cover motherfuckers and think of something fastBefore you end up just another bitch who couldn`t lastAin`t no game to be played unless you ready for some combatIt`s 1998 and all these jealous got me strapedSleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gunGot me hoping and praying, that I don`t end up the next oneDon`t make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some downDidn`t you know this little motherfucker ain`t afraid to unloadDumping shells all over the street, steady serving heatTil I`m the only soldier still standing on my feetI`m really trying to make this situation very clearAin`t a man alive, on this earth, that I fearNow we can handle this confrontation, any way you wantJust as long you don`t act like a bitch, or a cuntI must admit that some try look at me no respectFor those who`ve lay it, so hold on tight, to your lifeCuz we just might have to take itLocked and loaded fully automatic, just in caseFinger on the trigger, spitting hollow points all over the placeReady to rumble, got a gang of ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil` Rob)]Leva, leva, leva, leva(Leva take a bullet in the eye)Leva, leva your gonna die(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)Leva, leva, leva, leva(Go for your`s, I`m gonna go for mine)Leva, leva your gonna die(Cappin` the fools who makin` waste of time)[Triple C]A rough motherfucker from `75A down ass Mexican, I`m still aliveCorazon in the heart is still motherfuckerFlowing on the mic, and no big deal, because I`m down for mineI`ll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don`t waste timeHe won`t have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherfucking TAnother mission so I`m on the runI`m not God, but I had to take your life with a gunKilling motherfuckers just ain`t no thangIf I ain`t gonna do it, he`s gonna die anywayFrom a gang-bang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a coke slangWho of my partners gonna die nextEither torcher`d in Hell, or sent to Heaven to rest[Chorus][Lil` Rob]Lil` Rob coming back to haunt yaWhat you got to say about what you did to meYou gotta be kidding me, bullshitting meI can give a fuck about your vidaYou better believe you`ll meet the nine millimeterSo be a, walking dead man until I arriveCaps stinging your ass like you were playing with a bee hiveLook behind you, what you findMy mind`s on your murder and your murder`s on my mindAll the time I try to think about something elseBut I see the murdering youWhat kind of motherfucking selfAnd I don`t think it`s time for me to go quite yetWhen it`s time for me go, I won`t go quietSounding like the 4th of July, when I dieOr maybe a World War II, as I drop the fucking bombs on youBut what the fuck you gonna do? Lil` Rob be the fucking baddestMexicano born with the baddest, leaving you levas in a casket[Chorus x2]Leva, leva, leva, levaLeva, leva, leva, leva