Текст песни Crooked I f Virginya Slim - Still Death Row
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[Intro - Virginya Slim & Crooked I]Yeah..Death Row, baby(Death Row!)Heavy hittersUh-uh(Yeah)(Why am I?)Crooked I(Yeah)(Who are you, though?)Virginia Slim, baby(Let `em know somethin`)That we ain`t going nowhere(Nowhere, niggas)Second dynasty here(Yeah)Play boy[Crooked I]Tell me what`s all the fuss, one hundred seventy five policewastin` all of the taxpayer`s dollars just to holler at us?Mad cause the Benzes is hot, the Impalas is plushNobody bothered me when I used to hop on the busNow the cops follow me, the life of Dominick`s roughThey wanna throw a young don in some cuffsBut it`s... (still Death Row)I let `em know, if they didn`t rememberI know, some of you suckas got hidden agendasBut I`m, sick of pretendersNiggas`d rather stick their dick in a blenderThan to go against the sickest contenderGet your ridiculous click to surrenderMy game code is winter when it ends in DecemberScoop your chicken and Bend Hurr... tenderYou know how young niggas rollSend ya hoe... to your husband, walking pigeon-toedThe West Coast is oursStill them other niggas oldOver fifty million sold[Chorus - Virginya Slim and Crooked I]It`s still Tha Row... ugh(Baby, we still stackin` money up)And what we gon` do?(Lady, we still don`t give a fuck)And how we roll y`all?(Baby, we still in the club beat)We represent, what?(We still represent the streets)It`s still Tha Row(Baby, we still spendin` star bucks)And what we throwin` up?(Sweetheart, we still throw them balls up)And who we beefin` with?(We still beefin` with the po-po)And what they say we is?(We still ghetto)It`s still Tha Row[Crooked I]Some of you gangsta rappers out there poppin` seventy pillsMan, you bangin` on wax cats`ll never be real (Marks!)This ghetto celebrity still do whatever he feelLook at my billboard, I took a shit on Beverly HillsThat`s `cause it`s all about Crooked (Yeah, it`s all about green)Around y`all (We stand tall) As who? (Yao Ming) Y`all mean?And Crooked keep a heat compartmentI don`t speak to rappers that work for the Police DepartmentNine milli, I eat your heart withI seek the target, reach in garments, squeeze diesel vomitsI don`t need y`all to start meTen million albums sold? Maybe if I look like Paul McCartneyBut I`m dark as dark Bacardi, dark as Marcus GarveySparks cigars that start the party... ugh!And we ain`t lettin` suckers inI got a lovely deal and I own my publishing`[Chorus][Outro 1 - Virginya Slim & Crooked I]Yeah, Red Bone... Queen, Virginia Slim, Miss Gail Gotti(This for my gangsters)Representin`... heavy hittersDeath Row, babyWe done slept too long(And for my hustlers)Y`all done had y`all timeNow we backReady to keep it gangster(And for my riders)Yeah... the real onesThe ride or die onesCome on..[Crooked I]And I heard every single word that you say at your showBut when we at the awards ceremony, they have to goS.W.A.T. Team stormin` the label, one of `em`s even pointing a A.K. at the doorAnother day at Tha RowThey say we only out to split wigsWhat about the hospital trips givin` gifts to sick kids?Oh, I see, you want us ALL doing six bidsIt`s okay, we still big cars and sick cribs, the Death Row wayNo way... Crooked came into this game to loseI`m anxious, I`ma change the rulesI`m dangerous, I`m a gangster Langston HughesI`m a mistress that you can`t confuseI`m from Tha Row, so if I piss it`ll make the news[Chorus][Outro 2 - Crooked I]Yeah... I know you`re lovin` thatTurn on your T.V.... open up a newspaper or somethin`Read all about us... them ghetto catsTryin` to shove us out the game, but they can`tThere`s a ghetto in every city in AmericaAnd I`m from the Big WestSecond dynasty... Death Row is back!Yeah!All you mutts get off our nutsChuuuch!Ah, ha...!Ha, ha, ha, ha..