Текст песни DJ Clue f The L.O.X., Mase - DJ Clue for President
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Verse One: Sheek LuchionYou on the circle line, what`s wrong? Ain`t your yacht out yetain`t you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose catNigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it`s heavenlyslingin` dick to Pamela Anderson bitches dailyL.O.X., when we ballit`s Pay-Per-View y`allStraight movieflee in the Z3 while woozyNow gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit for me to get paid on my song, y`all just get sprayedEsta mointo; as a nail but on point thoughI`ll blast up the locafor skimming on my cocaL.O.X., in total control and powerand everything you see us with in videos be oursYou can`t afford it, so you playa hate I see your logicmy coat is $1500 keep your army in the closetAs long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you needwe gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEEDChorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)Verse Two: JadakissYo, you already know what I`m here fortherefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care forHolding down this foundation, Mr. Jasonbald head, baby faced and I stay laced andWhen you pay good, you play good, stay goodI`ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hoodWhy wouldn`t I be stacking franks15 in clip while you packing shanksIron swinger, hair triggers, Fed biddersreal niggaz, the lil` kids still dig usNext time be careful who you bring drama tospeaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitorsPad lock everything filled to the topwe ain`t gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze `til you dropPaniro, Luch, bounce in the coupewith no trouble all my niggaz bubble like gooseOr geese, Nautica fleece it ain`t nothingbut now I can drop 25 on the pieceButta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?back to back like green on the other side of ClintonShock treatments for them cats who can`t freak itwe keep `em dusted, that`s why they always try to leak itBut peep it, that weed shit, you can keep itwe trying to sell all the real units we can eat withVerse Three: Styles PaniroFuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitchhomies that got life and niggaz that run thickLike a pack of wolves with tools we all improvechance I can drown I ain`t jumping in the poolI ain`t a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Moulswhen the money`s making me hot, I move where it`s coolMy pigment is just a figmentyou never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramidThis is for them cats that`s like "who`s the L.O.X."better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a blockGot Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wopsdrinking booze `bout to drop, trying to lose the copsSame shit, where you at say where you atI got my first felony, holding my gatAnd I been robbing cats, slinging my sacksStyles P-A-N-I-R-OBM Doub., see that thug, get that doughWe ain`t positive, but we ain`t negativethe cops got guns and they don`t like us where we liveTake notes, I`m smoking a roach, holding my toastgiving my quotes, to the shorties living with dopeYou think it ain`t real, until you`re caged in and you can`t get a feelwe keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.So we blazin` all the faggots on the hillfuckin` niggaz girls but they keep `em on the pillBut dog wear your hat cuz the honey`s type illeverything is real