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Текст песни Chris Ward f Grit Boys, Dre Day - Rap Game

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(*50 Cent*)This rap game, this rap gameI ain`t selling my soul, for this rap gameAnd I ain`t digging no hole, for this rap gameMan I`m telling you, no it ain`t happen-aynThis rap game, this rap gameI ain`t selling my soul, for this rap gameAnd I ain`t digging no hole, for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game[Poppy]Man it`s hilarious, to see some of the scariestNiggaz alive, rapping neck like they running they areasThey out of character, now as a chemist recitalA fairy tale rap, from cast as American IdolWanna-be`s, it ain`t a gangsta bone in emThe type that twitch, when you take a gangsta tone with emStunting like everything, in the chamber won`t hit emFronting like Pharell, these niggaz fraud as hellIt ain`t hard to tell, you niggaz is squaresThe only gel they know, is the kind they put in they hairThey ain`t from your hood, but that`s the one they put in the airWhen the beef come, displaying them looks of despairYeah y`all niggaz powderpuff, tough cause you powered upBut niggaz`ll shower you, every hour on the hour punkWith hollow tip slugs, follow my tip`For them hollow tips, follow your lips get a grip[Scooby]Believe it or not, I still be bleeding them blocksDrop them undergrounds, cause `Scoob be needing them knotsWe need `em copped, soon as they turn the lights onI live the street life, with or without the mics onI`m nice home`s, I ain`t gotta explain myselfDad didn`t do shit, nigga I trained myselfIt was harder without a father, I blame myselfDidn`t talk to him much, I just came and leftYeah, I had my mind on some better shitGet some cheddar quick, and I ain`t singing or selling my soul to get a hitYou hear me bitch, I ain`t never been fly on no material shitAin`t never been fly, I`m a General bitchI`m a gangsta, put the 4-5 to you thinker and bang youI don`t know y`all niggaz, y`all is strangersAnd fucking with them boys, that`s dangerous[Dre Day]Who gives a fuck about pop culture, I`m from the hoodWhere they bleed blocks duck cops, fuck bops and pop toastersKids grow to gangstas, not bankers and stock brokersGlock chokers, you could lose your mind if you not focusedBy the nine, M-O-B the shit it`s the bottom lineMe and Dre Day gotta shine, niggaz looking like they bit a limeI`m on my grind, so it`s no time to sit aroundGotta get my cash, stack some cash that`s the rap gameBlades cause my 16`s, slash catsI`m who they can`t fade, so stop trying to gas catsCause I run through em, like I`m a hat backDre got the H locked they jealous, so I got the HK cockedWhen you rap, it ain`t shit to clown and these broadsEspecially when there`s yellow diamonds, in your LordAnd you`re dope and you flow sick, they quick to show you how deep they goWe going through a lot, so I keep weed to smokeLike a torch how I roach shit, got `em hollin` Dre the bestFrom coast to coast, competition looking so sickI got my fame, off respect of codeBut I been hot bitch, listen to my old school flowsI fuck dime pieces, y`all can have these descent hoesSee I`m a rebel slash pimp, Dre Day leasing hoesAll tights black whites, Puerto Rican hoesI`m getting this money day and night, till I decomposeBitch, my name hot I`m getting three for showsBitch your name not, go delete your flows(*talking*)Yeah nigga, Grit Boys what`s upMy nigga Dre Day, one of my young niggazOut the motherfucking camp uh, (it`s C. Weezy)We shit on niggaz mayn, cause Grit Boys they shit on niggazThey don`t give a fuck, this rap game (you gon quit riding my dick)Niggaz be chunking they self selling they soulJumping from dick to dick, click switching trying to get in where they fit inYou know, trying to get a break or something I feel youBut we don`t sell our soul nigga (and ah this year baby I`m the boss-boss)(So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth)You can do what you wanna do niggaBut you gotta do a whole lot, when you fuck with the Mob niggaIt`s a hard job, trying to work with usIt`s more than just rapping over here homie, it`s some real shit going onAsk my nigga Den, ask my nigga Pokey, ask D-1 motherfuckerAsk my niggaz, any one of my niggaz they`ll tell you, peace motherfuckers(and ah this year baby I`m the boss-bossSo please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth)And keep my name out your mouth nigga, M-O-B style fo` lifeBoyz N Blue coming, be on the look out(*50 Cent*)This rap game, this rap gameI ain`t selling my soul, for this rap gameAnd I ain`t digging no hole, for this rap gameMan I`m telling you, no it ain`t happen-aynThis rap game, this rap gameI ain`t selling my soul, for this rap gameAnd I ain`t digging no hole, for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game

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