Текст песни DJ Clue f Nas - The Professional
DJ Clue f Nas - The Professional слова песни
Slick Rick chains ill niggaGet brains with the fuckin Hilfiger nahShit changed I gotta rock somethin` flierMcGiver get outta shit smooth like that, get higherIn these kicks, prince sneakas, jogs is loose,robbin truce, while my revolver shootsChinky eyed, devils is grin Purple range rovers, wakin up with hangovers God damn I need my brain soberSo I jump up in the ride and slide Me and my nigga Jon Clue, just called he got the purple 5Damn nigga`s is live, Queensed outGot to put the card hard jeans onI faked out, til this light green caliweedHenisee dro, use to only cop thug sacks but now I cop a ohSix double oh, I trick a couple hoe`sGet em in my car, dirty shit all in the fuckin floorClean that shit up now throw in outsideTook about four hundred G`s to cop the bulletproof rideBentley its on, yo we on the world tallWe got a show on, top of the coliseum open doorsLet them rock-a-way nigga`s inQueens bridge startin` shit, chill, calm it down we got to blend it inSchool of hard knocks shirts, choppin` hurts>From the Hurst, yo corona play the sideline, yea it worksYo when we put it all in the same fam, yo round up the queen`s click Check out the game planChorus:Queens`s nigga`s rock ice and smoke hydroKeep heat for the beef and don`t hide yoYoung nigga`s get cash and cop rides yoQueens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yoQueens nigga`s rock ice and smoke hydroKeep heat for the beef, we never hide yoYoung nigga`s gettin cash and copin rides yoQueens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yoCause every in brown skinQueensed out from public housinComes the one known as the garson child, rappers is bowinLook at em, they roll me red carpetspraisin me as one of the dead profitsWhen I talk these nigga`s heads bobbinStrait out of queens with TNT, they did there first drug stainWith one and hundred cop shots, niggas with first sceneWith D-Days and cop killin, laws was made10 G`s to a witness, you seen a cop get sprayedWhat`s on the AGQ club or club MercedesSunrise, movie theaters to chill with our ladiesLoad up the 80`s cause cop killin craz is crazy40 to basely, Q gardens to woodhaven To AQ that got booted barrel goddy that was made inWhips on the vanwick queens day and shy stadiumAnything that`s transported to New Yorkgot a come through the gates of either 2 airportsKennedy and Luigudia we come through bod of youBloodhounds follow you; wolves ill get on top of youPush prints Camaro`s paper here to SomaliaBlaze off double barrels, shall follow youChorus