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Текст песни DJ Butter f Proof, Wesley Valentine - All Star Game

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[Wesley Valentine talking]Yeah, yeah you know who it be313, Detroit City putting it on the map babyThat nigga Lil` B, the nigga ProofDJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in hereUh huh, uh huh[Wesley Valentine]Coming through my hood showin off misusing your iceYou think twice Is it really worth loosing your lifeSee I roll with them cats who about pocketing their cheeseSmackin other cats with the gat make them drop to they kneesIn tropical trees niggas with me pack in heatAnd their glock gonna squeeze makin your life stop in your sleepBut you know I`m about crusin with the TV`s stuck in the dash Niggas like you they envy cause I`m always lussin for cashAnd the rush will go fast if you not blockin my lifeBlockin the ice of unfortunate let me go knock in your wifeHang out the window of a limo then I`m yellin at hoesIf you catch me up in the regal then I`m sellin some O`sBustin a shot up on your block leavin a shell in your toesStashin the glock takin your knot then I bell for NoposeAttached to Proof no longer now a nigga rollin solo Let me just snatch in your group up and fuck up my last solo Chorus: Wesley Valentine (repeat 2x)We keep it real all the way from the west to the east So pick out your vest and your heat or you`ll be restin in peaceCause Lil` B and Proof, you know that we droppin the hottest shitAnd y`all gonna be coppin it and we comin and stoppin it[Proof]Aye yo, immature thinking had me lace for fraud jewelsThe rise of mutts chose to call trueTrapped up in the D, hustling with small duesThe game is my name so now you all loseIt`s all in the mind, and we stay soundMy cuz scuttling on the times keeping his PA downGot a squad full of goons, click, click, you rest in peaceI die never different type now they blister my feetAin`t gonna talk about the street shit, who I beat withI hang with G`s that get it indicted in secretWants to beef with, aye yo, the lines or the ninesWhen I rhyme, I`m a shine, pull my nine and leave you blindKillin here`s a death massage a skinny bodyIn Detroit best friends will kill you quicker than anybodyWhether the seven deuce or the BK-thangsGot a deal with the real that each day bringsChorus: Wesley Valentine (repeat 2x)[Wesley Valentine]Yo, I`m lovin my life cause every night older woman molests meGo off next of me, so paranoidThat`s where my chest should be, testing me on top of my destinyGetting the best of me, don`t mess with me, shootin aggressivelyImpressin the referee, the flesh of thee, On the carpet if you have nerve to question meA less of me, don`t pass up the front where the stress should beTechnically speakin I`m the one got the weaponry freakinI spread when I`m sleep in reasons took out the tech and be creepinActually, I`m the nigga you will see in your dreams Me and my team will rob you for dough and flee with your creamDon`t ever approach, I`ll put one in the back of your lungsHope you`re packin your guns, cause me to stackin some fundsA enemy`s dream still sits from the top of her bootsSending shots as a youth, ain`t no stoppin us ProofYou know, what what nigga, Detroit baby, about to blowChorus: Wesley Valentine (repeat 4x)[Wesley Valentine]All star game, baby99

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