Текст песни Disturbin Tha Peace - Golden Grain, слова песни Disturbin Tha Peace - Golden Grain

Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва

Disturbin Tha Peace

Golden Grain

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Текст песни Disturbin Tha Peace - Golden Grain

Disturbin Tha Peace - Golden Grain слова песни

* send corrections to the typistJust get on down (8x)[Chorus]North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West (4x)Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juiceThrow up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain`t scared to act a foolSo what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit`itDump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in itThrough the Chi like North, North, South, SouthNiggas talk shit put that work in they mouthIn the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chestCause I`m hood, hood, gutter, gutterShauna got juice like a muh`fuckaHood of the hustlas and bloodsuckasBack in the bricks wit that good[Chorus]Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla campAll them bitches holla`n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O`s, I got Air phones for those hosAnd yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floorSo get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take courseGot dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy SportSee if you got 16`s, I will make that pliz`ayAnd I`m dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz`eysEast side, whole Masterfield rainbowFlight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blowGood wood, not wastin that payrollFive hos trapped, boys got rapersMy size got air nigga rep thatWe ride, rock sells and I bet thatCar is a gutless, pistol is a must bitchLet a nigga know that his head I will bust quickSome slum niggas know what I`m talkin boutLil rob fillin hos in the parkin lotGimme head while I`m bustin that two trackIt was trill, hit the fence, never looked backBig thug, hit clubs in the fifth bookDollar Boy, let em know how to rip folkIf a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though2-0 represent East side ho[Chorus]Hell, I`m up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)Tupac, I`m a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that(they thought it couldn`t happen)They blastin and screamin, we ain`t friends, ain`t no need to pretend(Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekendHis brains was left leakin while his body got coldNow it`s y`all life that y`all oweTime to even the score, case closedChorus (2x)(Scratching)

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