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Текст песни Choclair - Thought Train

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[Choclair] {Solitair} (Niya Melodie)Yo, yeahAll abord, hop aboard{One stop} one, two all abord!(One stop) one, two yeahGrey clouds don`t follow no moreNo low and high pressures, no perfect stormNo monkeys on the backEased off the liquor, give my liver a dapAnd eased off these niggaz that talking that shatCuz nuff cats pack then they die by gatsIs that self defense, or Common SenseKids with the dreams of a life sentenceNo food or rent, but the shoes are sickAnd chicks with six kids from six dicksIt`s like equilibrium shifts (nah nah), horizontally walkingSpending there days fucking and skylarkingWhat the fuck are you hearing in your walkman?Chiznock man, yo, he soft manDon`t hate homie, I`m just like youI hustled my shit dog, just like youNot on the cornerFrom an office on the corner with a window looking out on TorontoYeah I built my wealth, don`t hate on me homieI built myself, now I`m on the top of GreanhouseLamped out, treed outSometimes its even hard to get theses words outYo, pass the muchies and leave out, on my trainCHORUS x2[Solitair]Night train, one stopHold your ground, never be first to back down{Nya Melodie}Night train, one stopHold your ground, never be first to back down[Choclair]Now when good things come to an endWhat you learn you takeThen you learn to makeThose moves in this world of cakeFive layer stack, with your bill fold fatNow you own the placeNumber one every summer, never runner upCuz you always up one (one)Don`t try to calculate what you can`t doneGet over, before you get crushed overIt`s like the world`s on my shouldersAnd I won`t buckle, I got miles to goBut if my tank hits low (hits low)Yo I call in the squadThat comes through like Bush on SaddamAnd it ain`t the sameGreenhouse battleships leathered out with wood grainAnd I changed the gameShit stain protect the mic for when you cameSo you don`t salt the next man`s nameSo grab your wings and flyGrab your ice and whipsAnd your hoes and clique, and just getCuz coming against Chox is just brainlessBig cat I`ll box cut your main with, John DearsSo you better write a Dear John, your career`s goneSee I prolonged, watching niggaz getting hauled off incop cars (yeah)I don`t claim King, I claim CircleT-dot-O, anything 49 parallel and NorthAnyting that you want, Choclair you gotNiggaz bitching, but the yipping is the sound fo they barkThrow you taughtt the Dogg Pound, let Kurupt go smack you aroundThe boss back in townGet my chair, where`s my liquorBitch don`t lecture me bout my state and my mindCuz my minds on my money and my monies on my mindYeah, all abord... my train of thoughtsCHORUS x2

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