Текст песни Chargepartnaz f C-Roc (Tommy Wright III) - Local Jokers
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Too nationwide to be local goin` worldwide wid my vocalsComin` up on you bitches while all you bustas stay localRemember the phrase that you wouldn`t make it?, well I made it bitch,I`m gettin` rich you gettin` dicked off your producer and click[Verse 1: Lil Sko]Straight from Shelby CountyIt`s them niggas man shoot gettin` away from the bounty,Hunter cause I done a stang, it`s whenever whatever manGots to get me gold, but it ain`t at the end ah the rainbowThinkin` about me cash flow while sippin` on a MickeloI went for box Chevys prowled around big boy shit lookin` heavySee most ah y`all really can`t rapand get booted outta the industry like confettiBut keep it an` come steady, gots to stay about my screelaNever known to be no killa but put that thrilla, in yo raw manillaIt`s raps last drug dealer, keepin` me path clear four leaf cloverKnowin` one day I`ll be flippin` my tricycle in, for a Range RoverSee bustas know it`s over, I`m runnin` over obstacles like a tractor[But what if somebody try to get wit you Sko?]Rebel and it wasn`t no factor[Chorus][Verse 2: Psycho]Now I came up hard in the rap game tryna get my motherfuckin` ends to meetGot tired ah walkin` the streets and patch my feet all on the concreteTen toes down do not fuck around, on this black and blue part ah townYou best to grab yo tone when niggas wid gold teeth come aroundNow I might be the P, to the S, to the Y, to the C, to the H, to the OBut I`m still about my cash flow so back up off me hoeNow who`s to say a nigga from the South ain`t got the right to be nationwide??When moms put the game down?,was the first motherfucka niggas see on tv`s and wideChargepartnaz in the house, nigga run ya mouthNigga straight from the motherfuckin` Dirty SouthWe started this, so why you cryin` bitchThat`s why we kick ya motherfuckin` ass out the clickYa got anna joan, betta bring it onEvery motherfuckin` Chargepartna carry toneNigga bonafied, nigga sure to findYa click showin` up on record lable nationwide[Chorus][Verse 3: C-Roc]Feel me, comin` from the land ah M-Town to flexAnd I ratter tatter tatter put ya down in the groundAnd chomp up the Street Smart, FamilyAre you ready to go to war?, can you handle me?Every hater want a song when I`m down to clownJealousy`ll will never get the best ah me I`m firin`Enemies to the ribs, every motherfuckin` nigga gonna feel itEvery gang, every cut, wanna ride wid a rutYet still, yet still I gotta tell `em what`s upStraight from a Chevy, to the Lex, or a plane, to a jetSippin` Dom Perignon out a cup, enemy duck,Never put trust in the ones that I ride widWe stay timed to click upUsed to be bigger but I not scaredPlus I don`t get what I`m livin` for will I corruptWe comin` so clean on you haters and thinkin` it`s loveBut we worryin` for sets that are closeThe gangsta boo family that gimme respectTake they bitches and serve `em we send to the doorAnd we bust if you don`t know,Get twisted by steppin` or vampin` a hation a GsStreet Smart baby gimme the contractCause all the productivity will make it achieve[Chorus]