Текст песни Clean Cut Craig - For All My Peoples
Clean Cut Craig - For All My Peoples слова песни
Verse 1:As I represent for my hip hop nationBrothers bracin` for a taste of the bass andReal niggas kick the real feel I guess This is the way that niggas do it from around my restSo here I go check 1-2 with the crewHittin` you brother from another Planet but I`m DigableNever play the fool you do if you assume That I couldn`t make a record checkin` wrock on the boomEven form my first I was diverse with the verseUse to hope fro the best and if worse came to worseI just marinate my spiral notebook with rhymes with possitive mind Waitin` for my time to shineI seen a million video`s I heard a million wack albumsThat still couldn`t even go gold if you comiled `emI bet your bottom dollar or your last four quarter if ya wannaI`m strickly blowin` niggas out the waterHook:Now all my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAHAll my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAHAll my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAHIf so let me know you get doe is you with me?All my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAHAll my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAHTo all peoples are you in here? YEAHWe got the funk in the trunk we not drunk but we tipsyVerse 2:Yeah niggas talking loud but ain`t sayin` nothin`Puffing and puffing enough enough with your bluff (what?)Screwin` up your grill I guess you feel real toughWhat make a rapper hardcore is when his rhymes be roughSo I can still keep on I drop a bomb like SadammHussein keep a half a paragraph on your brain, uhThat`s what makes the Clean Cut hot like a diamondBrothers isn`t tryin` to be vibin` while I be rhymin`This is for my peoples from around the wayMaintain your game like everydayNever half step and get it all I sayIf a nigga violated then he gots to payI see `em hawkin` stalkin` when I`m walkin`King of New York andI let my style do my talkingWhen I delete the weak they meet defeat when I speakCause I`m so heavy I leave my footprints in concreteHookScratching "That`s how it is"Verse 3:I stick the style I make you wanna studderHummina hummina all day never Parkay keep it butter braBrother broham you know who I amGod damn don`t you ever try to sham on your famCause everywhere we go you know my crew roll deepStayin` alive we survive on the Bedstuy streetsTrue believer you can either catch a feverOr go out in a blaze with your hands on your heater (whoa)Teacher teacher this is how I reach ya reach yaIt`s the Clean Cut on the feature Now what ya seen will make you fiend The kid with the clean cut laid back demenorShootin` my words like sperm they jangle jingleDad I need a bag I had to bust nut on the single (aaah)I`m comin` out the east the biters need to ceaseTwo is on each I`m out y`all peaceHook