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Текст песни (Cormega f) The Jacka - More Crime

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-=Jacka talking=-Feelin` the pain babyYou know what I`m sayin`?You want some of that painSuper Silver hazeSome of that purple stuffPurple boy[Jacka]Smokin` a stick of that BarneyBut not the purple dinosaurThat shit that niggaz dyin` forShit my niggaz ridin` onSav wit the windows upSee the smoke pour outSoon as I open the doorSoon as I go to the storeVoices like "Whoa! Who got it?""You know who got it nigga."Summertime comin` upCan`t breathe without itBring the HpnotiqBring the heamMix that shit that turn greenNow break down the purpleIt`s softly roughMilwaukee BucksI`m from the place where they grow that stuffYou got your girl in the clutchJust give me a lightI`ll take that bitchIf she ain`t give me head all night[Chorus] x2Sellin` dope is coolBut rap is on my mindIt`s hard to do them bothAnd get my bread at the same timeHigh as fuck off purpleMan I`m out my mindGotta grab my strapBoy it`s time to do some more crime[Jacka]And all my hoes say"Jack, you`re my soul inspiration"Even though your soul crack across the nation"Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditationI say "baby I`m just really wastin`A lot of breath on you for the sportYou think I`m nice but that`s really not meI live the that you never gon` seeNiggaz fight, they don`t war like meIt`s the last of my kindThere`s no more like meTrynna make it on the streetIs like swimmin` through the seaTrynna make it to the other side of life"My young nigga say he tired of lifeAnd now realize he addicted to the whiteGot sucked up by the warTrynna make things right, rightHe said *echoes*"It`s rainin` outside and the difference betweenUs is a white bus wit cages insideWhen I come homeStill face the cop cars wit gauges insideYo on the real it`s yo rap is what kept me alive"[Chorus] x2[Jacka]He said *echoes*"How could I change I don`t know shitWar on the streets niggaz trippin` over old shitFuck it make the coke flipI`m a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimpIt look good but ain`t cool like cold shrimp"Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn`t understand what he meantDidn`t force it on me for thatHe and my closest homieAll my dean I`m in the life of crimeAllah is always on my mindAll the filth, all the crimeI see straight through itThere the hood goLet`s scrape through itGotta be a real nigga just to make music where I`m from niggaSellin` dope is coolBut rap is on my mindSellin` dope is coolBut rap is on my mindIt`s hard to do them bothAnd get my bread at the same timeIt`s hard to do them bothAnd get my bread at the same time[Chorus] x2

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