Текст песни Cross, Jermaine Dupri, Mase - Platinum Plus
Cross, Jermaine Dupri, Mase - Platinum Plus слова песни
[Jermaine Dupri]uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell `em who we is)yeah, yeah, yeahThey call me, when thay wanna get they dough upCall me, when they wanna see shit blow upFreessshhhfrom the floor upAnd ya know what? I`m sick wit it the shit don`t slow upI`ma see it, want it, drop it, cop catGet it, stay on it, don`t stop catIn the big chair wit the big hat screamin` "Y`all wanna floss wit us?"Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff rydeNo one willFuckin wit us, is a done dealAnd y`all gotta hate huh?`Cuz it`s to much weight for oneAnd y`all ain`t havin` no funGot a whole beat team tryin` to do what I doWhole street team tryin` do what I doLike what? Double countin` me out?Forget it, i`m the best that ever done it, need to check and reck[Chorus: JD and Cross together](uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` usRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` us[Cross]Now, money ain`t never been a thing ta meI`m down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3OT, I got cake with a C and a DOn the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small VI`m fuckin` with the Don Chi ChiI`m a P-I-M-P, you can`t tempt me (uh)Check the ice and the clarity, it`s cake like the lotteryPlaya don`t lie ta me, your stash couldn`t cover meWhat a playa wannabe, neck light in risavieHoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozenI like short-a-y, but i wouldn`t, mind her cousinIt`s a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckinUHH!!![Chorus: JD and Cross together](uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` usRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` us[Ma$e]C`mon, C`mon, C`monWe be the best harlem niggaz 80`s to latelyThink of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-ZFresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DBAnd at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say meI`m the best that ever did it, got a way wit itPut grannie on the stand, she`ll never say who did itI`m from where, even the gangsta`s live to,Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch bootsCats change they name, to Phil like a giantI treat rap like packs, role dills on consignmentThis is for cats hummin` crack, bitchin` and parkin`All the grimie niggaz who got generous heartsGot a brother doin` life, to see him is hardFuckin` wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin` wit sharksMy niggaz chase cake, play some infa-redsSome niggaz in the state, some is in the fedsSpit shit at niggaz that might erase they headAnd role miserable niggaz who can`t wait to be deadAll Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All OutWanna flow BEYATCH?![Chorus: JD and Cross together](uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` usRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance `til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain`t platinum plus? You ain`t fuckin` wit` us[Cross]Uh, yeahSwizz BeatzWe them niggaz in the streetsAll Out, JDWho you with?Double R mothafucka, uhuh-huh, yeah, yeahCross