Текст песни Dj Clue - Come On, слова песни Dj Clue

Текст песни Dj Clue - Come On

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[Rock]Come on (BCC)Come on (MFC)Come on (BCC)Come on (YEAH!)Aiyyo Rock, Rock, RockEverybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ`sSo watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat upOr heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuckSee me on the streets `bra, I`ll break yo` teeth up and take yo` beeperTwo piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeperThen see ya, catch me in a club on a wallSpliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my ballsSurrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times tenPlus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessionsPlus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera[Buckshot]Buckshot rock knots wit fistsNiggas stay high while I rock wit thisMobb on y`all niggas like The InfamousToo close wit the dillinger, two shots I don`t missI`m wiggin out while I`m diggin out backsRun from the gun claps, run three lapsPerhaps, them niggas you sent to carjackBuckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macsNow this is what I act like when I smoke on blackStay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts>From the, street Bible or the street QuranFake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes onI`m a nappy little nigga, still goin strongYou can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)But still the bomb[Tek]It`s the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-onsDon`t wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-onMy grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chickWhile my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whipsTek is the shit, ain`t nobody spittin like thisDeep impact steez been like a chromed out sixWit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chipY`all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dickI keep the livin quarter held down wit two ninesOne in the bed, one in the bathroom at all timesSo while I`m takin a shit, I`m at route and plan a hitThe amount we flip depends on what we getIt`s like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quickMy mans wear stones you can tip the scales witOn they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one`s boneLook, ain`t no tellin how many gats I`ve thrown[Rock] (Steele)Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)Come on (yo yo it`s yo` time to eat)[Lidu Rock]Yo the set I claim is the set that bangTo the muthafuckin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackinFirst the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackinLike my nigga Craig and em say, "Fuck that shit!"Rockin shines in the `Ville, you better tuck that shit Or watch yo` step baby, watch where you walkI put a slug up in yo` mouth so that ass won`t talkFor real son, now we got mad cops on the blockCuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cockedLidu Rock, what the fuck I know y`all niggas mad at meSo if you rep for yours go `head take a stab at me, muthafucker[Ruck]You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin capFake nigga from the projects who ain`t got a gatRuck reign supreme, aim the steamWhen the gun click, your ass shit navy beansMaybe these, niggas ain`t ready for the MagnumForce, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged themOff lost in the sauce and of course I`m glad themMonkey niggas don`t fuck wit the Ruck cuz they fags, sonThe last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad oneQuincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed emCornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight greatStill bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake[Steele]Get it straight, y`all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweightsBoot Camp-ion champions on point like paper matesDemonstrate, spectacular venacularSmackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatulaSnatchin ya, off the street like policeNext week, they find your body washin up on the beachDon`t speak if you ain`t at norm (ain`t got nuttin to say fool)Tally on, be gone, as we rally strongSee me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armedTerrorial disputes leave you in memorial suitesCallin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya placeWe the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your faceSayin our grace before we put our hands in our platesCarnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like filletMy mind spray like a murderer`s nine sprayThe crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day[DJ Clue]DJ Clue, The ProfessionalPart One, you know how we do itWord up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie BrascoMy nigga B.I.G. word upAnd we out, till next timeFor all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657Aight then

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