Текст песни Dope Game (BA, Keak Da Sneak) - Town Buziness
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[BA]AK`s, Tec 9`s, Mac 11`s, 40 Cal`sGot beef you can drop in itFunk all day and night wit itCounty lock up cell fight`s ill put a knife in itCan`t stop I ain`t right wit itCan they throw the `zine shots and the price on that man fittedIt`s a long walk in San QuentinIn the Chev six shockaWit knock in the back of itWalnut and I`m a factor bitchThrow yo hood in the air if yo block got crack in itCutthoatish I ain`t got no feelin`sHeart colder than the first day of DecemberMakin` `em wimperBreakin` a hutchOn her heals cuz my hands still shaped like cupsFrom dawn to dusk, dusk to dawnShootin` craps, smokin` weed like Cheech and Chong[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak]Sebrany, Walnut, 98th, Brookfield800 block, 70`s, Seminary to the VilleHabeas Court, Dirty 30`s, Murder Dubs, FoothillMcArthur, Bancroft, E-1-4, the HillsHow you like this town shit? [Now where my niggaz on the block?]How you like this town shit? [Where my bitches on the track?]How you like this town shit? [We gon` bring this town shit back]How you like this town shit? [Now where my niggaz on the block?]How you like this town shit? [Where my bitches on the track?]How you like this town shit? [We gon` bring this town shit back][Keak Da Sneak]Came from Favor Street hit wellCuz Big Hugh and Wendell got the purp-elBitch in the car thick from StocktonI told her “Turn the party out”Cuz me no cock blockin`Beat knockin` got my weed in seven treMake the right on BancroftThe town crank everyday I`m in the east ridin` and smokin`I`m my scraper makin` paperThere`s no place like OaklandJust livin` in the city is a serious taskSo I gas, break, dip and gas [eeeeeeeer]We like to swing `em in the land of the sideshowWork and pistol in the car we don`t ride slowWe take the po-po on oneGet away, hit the studio, another song doneDon`t stop man just don`t quitI write my verses in the bathroom so I know they the shit[Chorus][BA]I`m in that glass house candy green Zabco knockin` my 4 15`sBlowin` on trees, strickin` a PabloWit H-O-E`s man I don`t wife `emI smoke light wit `emRemy in my cupOff a half a pill thizzin` man I ain`t drunkWhat she feedin` that rump shaker? [excuse me miss]Just some ham, hogs, pork chops, rice, and gritsAnd your lips poke out just right for dickWit your legs open lookin` like TV antennasG-strings in her, Capri`s cut lowTattoo`s on the titties man you ain`t knowin`Where they at in Oakland?Doin` it liveCastlemont, Skyline, Freemont HighMack house, Tech doin` the big `ol highEast Bay stunnas man we ain`t hidin`[Chorus]WE GON` BRING THIS TOWN SHIT BACK!!! [echoes off]