Текст песни Cru f The Lox - Da Dirty 30
Cru f The Lox - Da Dirty 30 слова песни
[Jadakiss]It`s all for real, word, wordYo, my outlet is full of powerful niggasElectrify ya tie, spark up the lahKeep the room dark, let me feel out my highThen slap box my ghost `til one of us cryJ to the MUAH, can niggas fuck around?Then they better say "nah", word to AllahThey all dyin` down, I got iron nowRun upon `em, cock it back, then tie `em downIf he try to move then I gotta lie him downFrom Y-O, aka Riot TownI used to buy it, but I just supply it nowY`all used to talk, but you`re all quiet nowYou know what it is that really make it scrape itHave a lot of cars, and the lot still vacentAnd you won`t stop speakin` `til I leave you on the cementLeakin`, all hot none eatin`[Yogi]Slow down son, you`re kill `emOk you can bring it to `emEveryday, just like Mary J.Sippin` iced teas in the E & JPartyin`, `til your bare remainYou`re killin` `em, ok you bring it to `emEveryday, just like Mary J.Honeys at the bar sippin` AlazeCru and Lox says "You here, remain"I know you brailin` me, babyYogi`s in the lead, you`re trailin` me, babyPHd`s can`t compete mines is better than yoursSo we can take it to the streets, my rum`s redder than yoursBX where the additcs sniffin` chalk outlineAnd the clubs they shout mine, shit`s about timeChad and Mighty Ha he the predicate felonWhen he make bail he eat more booty than Ellen, Who you tellin`?The world is mine like EscoIf not, at least a house and EsgroTurnin` ghetto stars into Uncle Tom`sYo-gi, the uptown mellow low keyUnderstandin` that my crew is strictly Shark BarChampagne toastin` while you splittin` Clark BarsI`d rather be live at The Tunnel with FlexThen on the corner holdin` bundles, next[Styles]Y-O`s time to see the hunger in meAnd I see the same thing in niggas younger than meLike they live, they ain`t got a slice to giveIn the broken down home and they priceless kidsWhy wouldn`t it grab the gun, heist the cribAnd they never learn shit until twice they bidLike the world turn around funny clown moneyEverybody laugh when they have itWhat about the addicts, niggas that`ll hustle for years`Til they see the graveyard, up at thier tierPlayin` spades, you in the world and you playin` charadesIf the war jumped off you wouldn`t touch a gernadeWanna die for the cause? Lie for the dogs?Niggas wanna play but never took time to pauseLearned to remind and check the phat fourTry to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords[Chadio]Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show meCause I`m walkin` these streets and no one know meIt`s gon` change though, with the ill strange flowIn the 9-8 push my a black Range RoveI keeps the real, seperate from the fakeIf I kill, yo, I`m doin so for the cakeBlastin` go to a distant landSee my gun`s like church to a Christain manIt`s the code of the streets no time to explainFree that soul on up to the next plainRemember the pain, two shots from the flameRemember the bloodstains, the cold wet rainLittle light guys with little white liesWe takin` out cash and flippin` big white piesYou rather run wild with your 9 mil. slantYou watchin` too much Stallone and Van Damme[Sheek]Aiyyo Lox niggas what, what the fuck, who up in hereWhere my crew at, wave your shit in the airNow bust `em once for the niggas who ain`t with youAnd jam all above, show a muthafucka loveWe make cake, but to make cake you need batterSo if you ain`t kickin` that shit the beat ain`t gonna matterLox and Cru, helf a milli out of youSo if you want it you can get the 60 shot prontoSheek that kid that spit out like tabaccoLyrically fucked yall, if it ain`t chips, we ducked outWon`t touch out if it ain`t a 7 figure routeAye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka