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Текст песни Cormega - Glory Days

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[Mega] Yea Spank, what up my nigga[Spank] Sup, baby whats happenin`[Mega] Yo son man, look at this shit mantimes be fuckin` changin` manKnow what I`m sayin manI wish we just go back sometimesYou know what I mean[Spank] No doubt son, you know we all wishthat man, but we goin` through transition right now baby[Mega] Son as long as I got my niggas with meBut let me reminisce yo[Cormega]I`m about to take your minds on a tripCuz everytime I rhyme I kick `The Realness`Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chainsInfact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was realMad nights, I used to daydreamWishin` I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring?I used to be magnetized to fly ridesHad a scheme to get my cream and eventually riseI became a little nigga gettin` money type oftenLivin` the ill life, sportin` Nike Delta forcesI saw Scarface and got my first taste for powerI never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollarsI spent hours writin` graffitiAnd niggas like Smitty made gettin` rich look real easyRemember when...Damn son you takin` a nigga back right now[Chorus]Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essenceFacing fed time or in a pearl white LexusSometimes you gotta sit back and just analizeCause nothin` moves faster than the hands of time[Cormega]And I remember when the whole drug game was hotSon a cop got shot, in Southside QueensAnd tactical narcotics teams making headlinesBeing big time could get you fed timeUndercover vibe, pouring out just like red wineMega keys, gettin` C`s `bout D`sI heard stories `bout bulletproof 300 E`sYo the mind of a analist is mine so handle itThe way I right rhymes, considered a giftI used to wish that I could be fly like Black TrentRockin` Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn`t de-nyI used to read about supplies gettin` bustedCuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.`s, minds corruptedThe feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin` millionsBlack Ratti was the richest nigga in my buildingRemember when...Yea son was doing his thing[Chorus][Cormega]Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa BenAnd live niggas memories you live againSometimes I close my eyes and just reminisceAnd wonder how alotta cats got so richI can`t forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocksA few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yeaYou shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-RollerMemories of those days are goldenYea, for all my ghetto legendsEver burrough, all my niggas who was thoroughYea, knah mean[Cormega talking]Know what I`m sayin` sonNiggas was holdin` it down back thenFat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, QueenNiggas for the teamMotherfuckin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?All them Brooklyn niggasAlpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin` it uptownBoy George all them Bronx niggasNiggas was seein` money back then sonThe Glory Days, know what I`m sayin`Y`all niggas know what I`m talkin` `bout, word

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