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Текст песни Chris Lowe f PMD - Buckwhylin`

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[PMD]Yeah, whatchu want, whatchu wantAy Chris Lowe yoWhy don`t you step to the mic and bless `em with a jewelRepresentin two-oh-three style, y`knahwhatImean?Hit `em in the head[Chris Lowe]Listen, to the situation my sonLowe serious as cancer, all foes is donewith these beats, you got `em from meNow you can tell I been around since the JVCI bring it back, the skull snap rapThe real rhythm on the real rap trackPeople think, the streets, as far as I seeYour boulevard look hard but it`s easy for meLivin out in C-T, who the hell I beChris L-O-W-E that`s meCool with the riffin, guys keep a handleIf you don`t you get waxed like you a candleBehind closed doors, I schemed on yoursCame back, haunted you and shocked your drawersAnd then the time slid, like I did a quick bidWhat go around come around like I`m doin right now[Chorus]Buckwhylin, buckwhylin, buckwhylin, buckwhylin[PMD]Yo so check the C-T, 203 that`s when you catch PStraight ballin, big up New Haven, where I roll strictlyMy shit so raw like cocaine you wanna sniff meMy dick be, hard to spit so don`t piss meoff, you and your crew, softYou get knocked off, you crossed the God, "Rugged & Raw"I`m warnin you all, big fat tall or smallGuns or brawls, could walk away like fuck you all[Chris Lowe]You can call me Chris Lowe, but I`m a top billerPart time dealer, permanent killerYou know it get ill on the shank it`s for the scrillaHa, I`m like the rest of the best, I`m a thrillerSee now you look like you lost, and you lost to meAction, try to find a way to start to relaxinRelaxin, you can look but you ain`t seein for meNot `less I got a hustle or muscle with PSome people shocked and amazed at who I amFrom Sleeping Bag cut short at Def JamYou can see me chillin ain`t no skin off my backMe and Chuck Chillout, watch the funk spill outThrough the speaker, feel it down in your sneakerYou jump to the thump like a Reebok pumpLowe whylin[Chorus][Chris Lowe]Pay attention while I rock the beat, one timePay attention while I be rockin the jamI need a scratch - now my batteries is banginMy raps {?} raps with no explaininYou can fly high, hope you don`t dieYou know I`m the type to make the player hater cryLookin up to me, what you think they see?The fresh fantastic fly funky MCC`mon, even the score, sound you a doorOnly got one album, hope I get one moreSo, please, take the rhymes like theseThe beats is red hot like a hundred degreesSon duke, this ain`t a flukeSo believe me when I tell you don`t pull out if you ain`t gon` shootYou look nervous, might as well join the circusYo you need the discipline, trouble the shit you inGo whylin[Chorus] - 2X

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