Текст песни Dan The Automator f Neph the Madman - Wiling
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Verse One: Neph The MadmanForget your crew nigga there`s no contestThe Hoodie Men we confresh and never lessI guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta dieSmoke, light L`s engage in sexShorties with big breasts and round fat juicy assesFrom the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas assesWe`ll be in there with swimwear, who in thereThe hoodie men we rock the spotWho are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knotSo bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knewThat the sucka MC`s get the D from my crewChorus:I`m wiling, the ism got me wilingMy shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylumI`m wiling, jiggy got me wilingThe forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylumI`m wiling, cuz niggies got me wilingThe ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylumI`m wiling, but Jackie got me wiling,Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylumVerse Two: NephI gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every dayWell men don`t care, mad bills to payAnd a bunch of more ho`s, brothers drinking alizayDamn, I`m high again, yo my girl drives me crazyInsane pain in my brain it don`t amaze meHated by her parents, feeling transparentDammit, and in two weeks we`ll have a babyWhy? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolateNow I`m high, mama kicked me out, not fairNiggas everywhere and other niggas just stareScrew me, some might want to do me the uziCocked, till the nextman front and you`ll get rockedCuz I got a daughter now plus I`m homeless, so shit is out of order how?Do you do, here comes the man of twoFucked up but I hope I`m getting through to youLife is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don`t die we just multiplyChorusVerse Three: NephLand and the area, damn we slam scarier I`m darin yaYou can bring your crew the more the merrierAmerica, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be areNasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right nowI`m ghost, and elephants around you on the groundWho is he I don`t know, just another John DoeOn the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds screamNeph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O.Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flowNow you know, who`s the motherfucker in townYou didn`t know, your mothers my ho, you fucking glam tally-hoShout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for youAs soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just begunChorus