Текст песни Daz Dillinger f Tray Deee - R.A.W.
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[Daz]These motherfuckers ain`t knowin...These motherfuckers ain`t knowin...These motherfuckers ain`t knowin...These motherfuckers ain`t knowin...All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shitThree houses and four cars before the A26Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payedIn any occasion in these scamless daysIt was the street life, that make me do these with the thangsBlowin niggaz shit out, for that, rock cocaineI can`t explain it, got to contain it, the gang statusOf being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the captureLivin lavish, a heart this cold, hearted down to a savageA greedy motherfucker out to have itCan I be wicked and do the things that I gotta do?In pursuit of things I do with my crew[Tray Deee]Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be recognizedAin`t no busters up amongst us, straight do or diePut my life on the line, on the grind for mineDoin crime, doin time for these nickels and dimesOn a mission, takin from riches, shakin the snitchesLayin niggaz down when I handle my businessMotherfuckers know to lay it low when I`m on the huntCuz for my chips niggaz get licked just like bluntsTerrorize in disguise to surprise that assGang-bangin ass criminal, don`t mind to blastFor my set to just a check a motherfucker on GPTo make it known, it`s on, and you niggaz can`t see me[Chorus: Daz]You ain`t knowin...What can go on in the streetsNiggaz hustlin, competin for power everyday in the streetsThese motherfuckers ain`t knowin...And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain`tlookin on any niggaz, rest in peaceYou motherfuckers ain`t knowin...Dealin with niggaz that are corrupt, whenthinkin a nigga `posed to die at they feetYou motherfuckers ain`t knowin...And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain`tlookin on any niggaz, rest in peace[Daz]I`m paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillanceA motherfucker got jealous, and D tried to tell himSo what do? We groove to a location that`s newGet to servin up niggaz and the rest of they crewRollin to Anaheim, rollin in my RiveiraI take a look in my rearview cuz the cops be tailinBust a left in the alley and let the cops went byAnd continue my day, feelin high as a riseStop by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time`s front pageCuz the boys in the hood are always hardYa come talkin the trash and we`ll pull ya cardSo you motherfuckers better stay the fuck off my blockIf ya mind ya business, no one gets shot[Tray Deee]Ya getcha wig split comin with that bullshitFuck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)Through from that city where it`s strictly all killas and G`sKeepin heat, known to creep, out to peel `em for cheeseAin`t no passes, just the fastest to get they shit outOr lucky to duck, when the slugs get spit outYou know what`s happenin so don`t be actin like it`s fictionCuz I`ma catch you slippin and put you in that positionAnd I ain`t missin, I`m liftin everything I`m hittinHold the court in the street, cuz I ain`t waitin for the sentenceCatch me on the freeway, smashin while the beat playQuick to let the heat spray, doin it the G way[Chorus][repeat "Hey, hey, hey, hey.." in background][talking]That`s what I`m seeinY`all niggaz want some of this?Huh? Do you know we killin niggaz pah?Get the fuck out the way! (You ain`t knowin...)Hahaha, Dat Nigga Daz and Tray Deee the Beast..Doin it like this, all day everyday..So if y`all sucka-ass niggaz want some of this...Y`all know where to find us... or we`ll find youOne on one - fifty on fifty; it don`t matter..Nigga....