Текст песни Cocoa Brovas and Mista Cheeks (Lost Boyz - Game Over (Compilation)
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* {to the underground pipe music of Super Mario Brothers}[Verse One]S-T what I represent, N-YHold it down for my peeps in the `ville in Do or DieFor the record let it be known - chrome for saleand any one of these niggaz could blow your grillShow your skill - you want war? Hold your steelYou want more? Unload techs, you all could feelRaw deal, you all peel, run for the hillsRun for your shields, the battlefield`s blastin at will[Verse Two]Smoke Dawg you know my name I`ll,be the same til the day that I`m laid downNiggaz push me to the point`s gotta spray roundsTakin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playinYou ain`t bustin off, just shootin the breezecause you scared of the repercussion after we squeezeYou ain`t been through what I did just to get where I`m atStreets where I rep and B-K where I be atChorus: Cocoa BrovasCause Brook-lyn where we live-atJugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)Hand-lin a big-gatMy-army got my bi-zack[overlapping chorus]Aiyyo, do your thang babyYeah yeah, we keep it hotYeah yeah, it`s Cocoa Brovas, LB FamAiyyo, aiyyo[Verse Three - Mista Cheeks]Stay up on the ground baby; see, bullets bein spittedfrom us niggaz in this game that`s committedNow which niggaz widdit? Enter my groundsLet me show you what`s really goin down - you bunch of clownsFrontin like you really hot; understand kid you really notHype is all you really got - blow your spotWe pack it in, like a circusBasically; niggaz and they chicks love the way we work thisSpit that official rap shit - from the what - rap contextKnock it off with your nonsenseThe hot shit I spit at you - is bound to hit youAnd half the members in your crew, kid we out to get youDry an` Mill stay up in my sessions (all the time)I stay finessin just in case I gotta teach a lesson, no questionCompetition ain`t nadaYou make it hot for me and mines, see we make it hotterYo, aiyyo..Chorus: Mista Cheeks (repeat 2X)Queens is where I be-at (LB Fam)I`m askin cousin where the weed-at (South-SIIIDE)You got a blow well let me hit-it (aiyyo DUDE)Some Jamaica unpermitted (black bandana, Yankee fitted)[Cocoa Brovas]What we live is what you read about And any time of the day we bring the heaters outMy nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out Now you wonderin what Cocoa B`s about?(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)[Verse Four]Cocoa B-R-double-OK-L-Y-N with a couple HOEESTired of coppin weed bags, had enough of thoseInvest in a few pounds or a couple O`sMy niggaz hustle most aggressive and keep the toaston point for the B`s and whenever beef approachIf you want me you can find me in the reefer smokeChrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost[Verse Five]All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatestCan`t tell you all the things my niggaz do for the papersWhy our Roc`s look like Raiders and got models for ladiesCome through in fresh wears, always drivin MercedesSummer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feetMove with the heat, Cocoa B`s influence your speechFour in a week, catch me in the park gettin scentFederales stay all over the bar, behind the neckChorus: {repeat 2X}Cause Brook-lyn where we live-atJugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)Hand-lin a big-gatMy-army got my bi-zack[Cocoa Brovas]