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Cru f Black Rob

Nuthin` But

266 3 часа назад

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{Black Rob}Aiyo I`m just lottin thru cuz I finished with that booty callGreen Acres more, lot and Queens had it allGot the beat from my man Big Stan 50 GrandRhythem Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand{Chadeeo}Mic check one, and the mic check twoRhythem Blunt Cru runs thru you like the fluFuck ya whole shop up and insideLeave ya jaw to the floor, eyes open wide{Yogi}Loungin in my crib upon, now in 12 floorLo-Lo wit the ham come knockin at my doorShe sell glock shells by the sea shorePayin for the guests on that big ass boat{Black Rob}Yo kids I`m takin no shorts, back and forth like a meterPlay it crazy, ballin see ya, park dark black AdidasArt shines, cuz I`m double, Spanish honies say RobertoFuck that, I buck that bitch nigga from your borough{Chadeeo}Well lyrical gats, at the smalls of my backIn facts, I pack extras up in my napsacksGreenbacks, let me layin back and relaxGainin riches, bitches just by kickin the mere fact{Yogi}Nigga I can make ya speaker shakeMake ya break, now ya upstate gettin rapedWhile I`m home makin hitsThat smokin so much weed that I start hearin shitInterlude: Yogi (Chadeeo)Aiyo, fuck is that shit yo (what?)You hear that shit (what?)Don`t fuck with me, ya niggas hear that shitYa niggas fuck with (yo chill, man take it)Chorus 4X: The Mighty Ha (Yogi)Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin at the door(Nothin but the rough, rugged & hardcore){Black Rob}Jack call Yopes, so I stay to bring the metalTo my job on 34th, I got some beef with these devilsAutomatic weapons, fuck askin niggas questionsLeave them torn, as the justice cypher born then we steppin{Chadeeo}All rise, parental discreation is advisedAnd be wise, cuz one who fronts is one who diesSmoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracudaFlush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter{Yogi}A fight, a fight, a nigga and a whiteIf a nigga don`t win, we all jump inWanna be me, but you can`t see meCuz I don`t rap like Michael Jackson those little wee-weesUck it, bottom line, top of the pageLoves to fuck a big body bitch like RageRunnin thru uptown like I don`t got no senseAnd Frederick K. Price couldn`t find no evidence{Black Rob}Yo I make the grade, now I`m crazy paidNiggas watch me close like Muslims in the World TradeCenter, represent the click in the cityBlowin up the spot, like silicone titties{Chadeeo}Try to defeat beat, nigga ya dead wrongToo head strong, and got a 38 leg longSo fuck around, lay around on the wet groundBy the tray pound, and these sick niggas from uptownLet me clear my throat now

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