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Текст песни Clipse f Ab Liva, Roscoe P. Coldchain, P - Hot Damn 12"

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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]Now they saying we`re too hotNew verses please, c`mon[Chorus - 1: Pharrell Williams] (Malice)Hot damn! it`s a new day!Hot damn! but them boys want the (RPC: money man)Hooooouuuuuu (uh huh)Hooooouuuuuu (of corse)Hooooouuuuuu (`fore you say what you say)Hot damn![Verse: Malice]My how the boys roamFrom roaming, loc, and come homeTo homes of his ownNo catching up he`s in a whole `nother zoneStill true to his roots, stay close to the chromeHaters stay clear of him, y`all stand cheer for himGot up out the game and overcame, let`s hear it for himKeep a new toy so I wonder how couldI not enjoy life I`m reliving my childhoodBig chain monsta, whip game bonkasMonster truck remind him of TonkaDiamond F color, plush gold still gutterMy dealer`s in the mills motherfuck` and I ain`t studderBitter sweet, my life`s a musicalFrom holding those to Bose gold, the Lord`s beautifulBefore him I`m too shamed to show my faceBut shits so mean I can`t help but to fall from grace, motherfucker[Chorus - 2: Pharrell Williams]Hot damn! it`s a new day!Hot damn! but them boys want the (RPC: money man)[Verse: Ab Liva]Hot - damn, when the white hit the pan itTwists and it tumbles it, flips and the fumblesI - mix it like Gumbo; I - pitch it so subtleI - keep hustlers puzzled, Feds I got em wondering (wondering)`What Happened To That boy`Six maneuver, how`d I slip into that toyIs it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thingThe man, the music that making a kingI`m simply building my MingA million men marchin like condom(?)I`m the King Kong, my verse making the world singMy heart`s on the sleeve forYour face is just like minePeeking from bars hoping the sun shines on emBut you still got to watch the phoniesWatch your homies, we {*gun shots*} got you homie![Chorus - 2][Verse: Pusha T]Uhh! handle the rock like nonr otherGrits over the stove, head under the cupboardIn the kitchen till the fume make me feel smotheredThe way it melt fiends can`t believe it`s not butterThe way it melt he won`t cop from none otherThe he who holds O`s like Krispy Kreme`s ovenOr easy bake, pink divies makeThe presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P![Pharrell Williams]Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched inThat millionaire boys club fashionUh, you niggas is clonesI hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here[Verse: Pusha T]That`s Pha-real my gats is realThe SL 5 is lookin like the BatmobileChrome lids with the matching wheelsUh, both chains probably match ya dealY`all dudes is an act fa real, Pusha[Chorus - 2][Verse: Roscoe P. Coldchain]Neither the sun or death can be looked atThat`s what an OG told meThat was the exact moment I decided to take a pactAnd if you owe me and if I decided to take it backIt wasn`t nicely expect Rosco to put you back, in placeI`m what you call a destructive warpathIt`ll be a shell shower in today`s forecastYou a gangsta? I can`t tellYou diamonds don`t glimmer when the light hit itThose jewels aren`t genuwine, cause if they was I`m nice wit itI woulda` been took thatThat skinny stack in your pocket I woulda been shook thatIn this world you gotta watch it, I`m hear to warn yaCats turned informant, over snow wrapped in waxMy son`s home crying, don`t give me no slack

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