Текст песни Fabolous - Grinding Remix (Feat Joe Buddens and Pau
Fabolous - Grinding Remix (Feat Joe Buddens and Pau слова песни
Fabolous:Yo, i`ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who themobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on you gon` die in the hospitalI`m the guy that`s responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon` die like the mobsters do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y`all should get Oscars too/ calmthe guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visorsand Osgood shoes/ that`s not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i`mfly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy hera popsicle/ that`s why i hear lots of ooohsThey ain`t never seen a ghetto superstar like meUh, i`ll show you how to do this young`n/ i ain`t frontin/ these Jordans ain`t comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants comin niggaPaul Cain:Yo, a hustle`s a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga eitheryellow or metalMuffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i`ma stop ya blood flow if you try to stop my shit movement/ i`ll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/for the cross or my thick cubanIn a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thouon an ounceAll it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grindgame in order to pitchFaggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and put it back wit the read upThat`s grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/ come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyinDog you not familiar/ step to me i`ma pop and kill yaJoe Buddens:It`s Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was jump off i was Oxes supplierY`all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i`m part time Kaiser Sotee`s actin coachNo a days dog i don`t hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out and play Fear FactorMove and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,it`s nothinLettin the game know ya man`s on the come up/ first week sound scani`m doin Spider-Man numbas, betCars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i`ll Benzino youupMan ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet likeBruce Lee`s boysGet right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i`ma show you how to do this sonBirds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i`m in the strip club they don`t pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had `em gum blind/ cowards want mine/but they pigment`s off like the Dallas front lineMax Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weightfrom a palm pilot