Текст песни Freestyle Kingz - My Life
Freestyle Kingz - My Life слова песни
[Chalie Boy]I leave hoes confused, like a riddle or mazeTreat niggaz like cell phones, I make they signals fadeMy time is today I got tight rhymes, I rhyme for payIf my rapping fall off/ bitch I`ma grind todayWho`s to say, that tomorrow`s promised to meI`ma wreck and make sho, that people pay homage to meI`m as bomb as can be, call me a-bomb-ible snowmanLike Busta Rhymes, I`m a phenominal show manI`m bout to blow man, sho to wear my styleNiggaz run up bumping, then they gon catch a fucking pileDriver, nigga I`m flyerInnovative, thinking of shit like I`m McGyverYou live but I`m liver, and I`m gonna achieve my goalGet outta my way, or I`m knocking out obstaclesI got`s to go, nothing is impossibleInvisible drug or not, bitch I`m unstoppable[Tite]Catch me, in that Bentley dropMy flow`s so hot, that when you play it your speakers popI spit game call me pimp Tite, I got the golden glowYou want some mo`, well listen while this pimp writeIn the hood, niggaz know that I`m thuggishStrapped up with Macks, cats know that I`m bustingTite squint, with that left eyeCause my aim is on, when my aim is on your brains is goneDamn, what happened to that boyHe fucked up, I put a clap into that boyMama raised up a Nutt, so don`t push me niggaI`m a G, I ain`t no mo`fucking pussy niggaI hit haters where it hurt, make `em put on a skirtTreat `em like a seed to plant, and put `em in dirtI`m in the club, like 50 do it but don`t push me to itCause the Tite`ll end plex, before you knew itYeah, a dirty nigga out the SouthExecuting these fake thugs, hushing they mouthI`me one hundred like a Benjamin, you better vest your crewBefore these two, fuck around and hit your men[Sir Coop]Now 1-2G-3, you motherfucker it`s meC-double-O-P, will woop a nigga for freeLyrics steady getting hotter, like some July weatherI`ma make the booth sweat, like it`s covered in leatherNow let`s see, who`s on the shit list todayClose your eyes and point Chalie, watch your boy Coop sprayYou don`t like what I say, that shit`s okYour bitch ass prolly gave your girl, swanging my wayNow get crunk with a playa, when you hear my flowI keep it real when I go, watch my fan base growI use to rap about hoes, getting pussy with nothingHad to chill that shit out, man I`m tired of fuckingGot a scheme, that`s gon give this boy fame a boostLess time in the cooch, all day in the boothAnd I`ma keep spitting hits, so boy get use toKilla lyrics to bob your head, and fucking get loose to(*talking*)Don`t forget, check our shit outIn stores now, Big Tiger "Starting From Scratch"Wreckin Crew "All Freestyles"Chalie Boy & Tite "Underground Hitz"And the DJ Bull mix tapes, live and on the streetYeah hey, clean your voice and get ready to wreck this beat