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Текст песни Crazy Town - Think Fast

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THINK FASTMusic: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - D. Miller - R. Epique Lyrics: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - P. Washington - T. RolandYou know that bitch baby.He’s talking shit about our clique.But he don’t know crazy.You see the writing on my dick.You know that trick, Tracey.Yeah, she’s making me sick.Living that life, We used to do the same shit.Shit gets drastic.Some kids need help.Some need their ass kicked.And some will never learn To earn their own wayLiving off their daddy.Had he not been rich,They’d be broker than a jokeAnd forced to switchYou’ve got to change your tuneOr change your pitch.Because life ain’t easy man,Life’s a bitch.Shit is harder than hardAbout as hard can get.Keep on going where you’re headedYou’s alive to regret itYes it hurts To face the truth.And realize that the world’s Got your neck in a noose.If things ain’t like they ought to beYou’ve got to think fast.The aftermath Of your actions whiplash.I know you all tired of these Wanna-be thugs claiming they realBe running, grabbing their steelThinking they’re going to peel.My niggas cap.Roaming the streets with black hats, Chrome straps.Sipping on brew Ready to reactOff any nigga they see.That nigga could be me.Capitol I.C.E. Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest.Thinking they could test A real rider from the west.I roll flossin’.Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross andThe ghetto’s been good to meBut you’ve got to take precautions.Brothers get got when they least Expect it or neglect it.You’ll never catch the dirtyIn the streets without protection.NowadaysYou got to pull shit.Haters on some bullshit.Jumpin’ out of cadillacsAnd low lows with a full clip.If your tool spitsShake the spot or get your duck on.‘Cause if you press your luck on,Stupid is what you’re stuck on.That girl Sheila got a daughter. She be clubbing every night.Sheila had her daughter young. Still that just ain’t right.Plus she rides the white horse,She used to ride my pony.If I hit it now, I’d break it ‘Cause Sheila’s just too bony. Smoking speed released the lions.I’m not lying. I’m not sober.I’m still trying.Hiding the truthWith substitutes a hundred proof.A fuck up. Face it.One of L.A.’s wasted youth.Label me As an enemy of the law. The lost star.My family’s not too happyWith the trouble that I’ve caused.See, we be breaking the law, Smoking on non-menthols,Thinking fast so I’m ready For any all out brawls.And yo, brothers get your hustle on. Ballers and get your shit tight.House parties get shot up.And turned up before midnight.Drive-bys and fistfights.Zig zags and crack pipes.There’s a fifty fifty chance That tonight will be your last night.

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