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Текст песни Crooked I - Too Gangsta For Radio

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(Verse 1)Hold up...I`m just coming to blow ya mind with the flowKnow what?Niggas is hatin` cuz I signed with tha RowSo what?Y`all been tryin` to stop mine on the lowI climb in the fo`Let the glock pop... nine in a rowIf I catch you after elevenI`ma have to point an acurate weaponAt your acurate legendAnd clap you with sevenI`m crazier than servin` crack to a reverendPlus, I ruin your career like if the news camera catch you with TevinUgh! Just gimme your rightful invisionI stiffle your missionSwing and hit niggas hard as motorcycle collisionsWatch your ass, like you Michael in prisonThere`s so many weak wick-whackRecycle-rap niggasI`m liable to diss `emEven though, they scared of testin` me nowQuit playin` games, you "Got Beef?""Say My Name," like you Destiny`s ChildFirst off all, let`s get a few things straight:This Death Row and I`m the new teammateNigga, your crew seen fateWe drop it fastWatchin` bodies get carried like shoppin` bagsI ain`t seen y`all up in the `hood since niggas was rockin` Shaq`sStandin` by this hot nigga, your s`pose to burnLets make a toast to Death Row`s returnYa heard?(Chorus)Act like you knizzo, nigga this Death RizzoNiggas throw ya hands up, bitches get on the flizzoBangin` on you bustas in the two-triple-izzoKickin` in the dizzoAnd that`s so for shizzo(2 times)[Crooked I - Verse 2]Oh... you niggas thought it was over and done?I told you a soldier would comeRun for both of your gunsWhile you got that chronic smoke in your lungsOpen your mail, there`s a picture inside, of me... chokin` your sonYou`re broke than a bumNeed to rap over some fatter samplesYou Roger Troutman... out-settin` a bad exampleIn fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacleWhen you was tryin` to have ??? sex from that tramp, with the adam`s appleI never understood why they was hatin` on Crook`It`s all just good `cause the whole `hood was waitin` on Crook`I don`t battle rap groupsI put switches on Cadilac CoupesNigga, that`s how the strap shootsI still... beat the hell outta fat dukesWhile you cowards act cuteI teach these rap, soup-eatin` niggas how to stack lootGats to tuckCan`t tell you cats enoughThe first thug label in the world, that`s wussup...It`s Death Rizzo(Chorus)(Verse 3)Yo... we still crackin` and smashin` for some real actionI`m still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil JacksonSo all of you marks tuck in your chainOr on your next video shoot, you`ll be be lookin` like you just got jumped in the gameFor the Row... it`s nothin` to bangFuckin` ya gameThuggin` the sameLovin` the gameYou catch a slug in your brain!You`ll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30Call me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirtyWe draw crews and clickin` themIt`s all cool...Cause y`all fools is all too softWe harder than law school curriculumsStickin` up 64 victims a minuteTwistin` ya minuteBalistic off the most viscious hylosingenics inventedI drop a lineRock a rhymeShock ya mindCock a nineStop ya time

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