Текст песни Clipse - Got Caught Dealin
Clipse - Got Caught Dealin слова песни
[Chorus]I got caught dealin, at the age of one-fiveHad all my bitches stealin, just tryin to surviveAnd it was business as usual if one of mine had to dieCause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiplyCrimes I commit heinous, y`all niggas is brainlessYou tied up at gun point, flinch make you famousBlow make me live aimless, my gun stainlessAim for your temple, hope you die painlessIllest shit we wore those, marked money we tore thoseMy whole team channelin coke through urban portholesYou livin like meer immortals, your block`s foreclosedWe forty deep on in the street, and fuckin your hoesSeen your man club bathroom soft stuff heronCome out, loud talkin and shit, claimin he DonHope he know when he step outside baby it`s onWatch my guns illuminate the sky like VietnamMy confidence shared by all conglomeratesEveryone in my circle is dominantWe live prominent, your world we bombin itStuck in the pen? WALK the shit inCome on and cock it[Chorus]Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker doTwenty inch chrome shit, who must I say to youWatch what your lady doWe stoned the fuck outNot just your car nigga, chrome ya truck outCalico plastic, twin to match itIce white like some Star Wars space gunThough, that ain`t how they come my friend make `emsleek wit `em like a L.A. nigga, love is day tonsThey talk shit you nigga where it hits the procedureI got rats dim as the site fool quick to switch cheetahActually they want the cheeba I`m the owner and leaderYo my clip`s my bitch, I own her and beat herHuh, shit, dick missile tomahawkOne thing I love is sex discussions and armor talkWho got all the CEOs disputin?And my clipse niggas fussin and shootin?Yo, it`s that same nigga[Hook]It was.. make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money moneyYou ain`t never seen it like thisIces this priceless, pullin heist-esOne wrong move, they lifelessThug shit, bullets and clips and pwice thisWhere I come from niggas shoot guns and dicesWhat the price is, scratch that we don`t ask thatWe blast that gat in yo mouth, where the cash at?That`s how I roll drugs get sold but never hold shitMalice face two-five to life, but never told shitIt`s like that, love for my clique, go ahead and light thatWhen shorty left with no ends, y`all been never bite thatDay in the life, ain`t nothin nice how I hit `em upHands high get `em up, cash tried lit `em upRegret that? Countin my stack I had to wet thatHog tied, telephone cords, speak to the lordAnd while the cops untyin you, my whole team eyin youCause even if you talk in your sleep my heat fryin you[Chorus]I was thankin thankin make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money moneyMake money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money what?Make money money take money money money[Chorus] - repeat 2X