Текст песни Crimewave - Think Big (Get Big)
Crimewave - Think Big (Get Big) слова песни
[talking]Yo.. this the shit right here...Yo, for my niggaz, think big (think big) get big (get big)Get big... (*whispered* think big get big nigga)Think big (yeah, come on)[Shamus(?)]Yo, yo, yoYou pay the price, we`ll get ya club jumpin (jumpin)Cop the brick, my nigga start pumpin (pumpin)Cross the path nigga start thumpin (thumpin)Try to hit me up ya gets nothin (nothin)This black truck, tinted dark, nigga suit it upMP two-thou, 100 bars, boot it upWe locate close to the Costa Rica, RicaDaily move a hundred pounds of reefer, reeferYa think big, ya get big, ya think small, stay smallYou ain`t sure, we stay the fuck away from y`allHate me, I hate y`all, you want peace, I want warShot to ya face, hear the police nigga get the doorThe ball dropped, tecs on cop, bottles popIt`s two-thou, we safe and never nigga hit the block[talking]Think big, get big......yeah, yeah, yeah, no doubt nigga[Chorus: Raw]Yo you think big, get big; think small, stay smallStill ain`t sure, stay the fuck away from y`allThink big, get big; think small, stay smallStill ain`t sure, stay the fuck away from y`allThink big, get big; think small, stay smallStill ain`t sure, stay the fuck away from y`allThink big, get big; think small, stay smallStill ain`t sure.. stay the fuck away from y`all[Karachi Raw]Fuck them other niggaz, kickin bitch businessI figure they dig dick - our names out they mouthevery five minutes bitch; hit windpipes with thisSo they can`t come off, Raw bustin in they earsFeel the killa dealer, get bigger, it`s gets no realerWe never liftin nothin, work for light year figureYou don`t love me - y`all seein cents and dollar signsSo we see y`all in the same motherfucker gimme mineEqual with the numbers, we recruited this summerI went, low on the hoe, that love to blow and trace numbers soTake it easy, don`t get hit up, hit upBlow stama(?) that`ll get you lit up, lit upPour liquor that`ll kill ya liver, liverWiser killin got us gettin richer, and richerRicher and richer, richer and richerKilla - dealer - kill `em; got to kill `em offNo love without y`all, no peace without warBattle yourself for all[Chorus: Raw][Skar]Straight out the Boogies for you crack-smackin rookiesStackin like a bookie, rockin hoodiesNever was a goodie-goodie, so take this advicePay the price, pray to Christ, I`m worse than PoltergeistIt`s not the bark it`s the bite, my heart is trifeIf y`all wanna brawl, I`m like six feet tallKeep the piece in my drawers, the heat`s rawBut ain`t nuttin like C4, we ready for y`allWhen the shanks get sawed ya legs and dogsCaliente like hot sauce, slim but I`m not softI was taught, to hold four in foursBust off, if my dues a buck shortI harm for the cause, and my niggaz up North...[Chorus: Raw]