Текст песни Funk Master Flex f Lady Luck and amp; A - Rush
Funk Master Flex f Lady Luck and amp; A - Rush слова песни
[Lady Luck]Uhh, whatLady Luck Def JamShutting the game down from the whipTo the tunnelYou in da clubYoBang this What ya`ll gonna do when we rush the doorBuy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)Touch ya whore, I puff the rawPush a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jawDon`t trust a broad who rocking the TimberlandsCriminal like Eminem don`t act feminineBut talk slick and six hit your women friendsBall like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamonIt`s them again (who)Niggas hotter then youIt`s like cop car lights with my rocks in viewPay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie WallaceChick about them dollars, be a queen like HollisRockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers At Any nigga out to stop oursCause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clotsOne spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot (Chorus) x2[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c`mon)Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c`mon)We keep it hot from wall to wall (c`mon) From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)[Lady Luck]I came in the door, said it beforeLuck getting drunk till I fall to the floorCome back for more, rock wall to wallBall till I score, then out by the mornHow I dip and ride that whip I driveOn I-95 getting hed in the rideMe and Root sipping Gin and The JuiceJewelry to loose, jeans hang over my bootsYou keep think that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroofGood God, my whole squad hardAnd bank accounts is largePuff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean JohnChick shake yo ass like you want some cashNigga pump it fast like you want some assWe don`t flash, we blastWhip crash, we laughGot the game on smash, with my sexy ass(Chorus) x2(Bridge)[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)We snatch y`all ice in here [Lady Luck]I said me and my medicineHigh off ExcedrinLuck spit better than half you veteransIn a hundred degree whether she got leather skinNever deal with problems if the cheddar ain`t inLet us begin on how y`all never again will winVodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chinSmoke till eyes like Lil Kim – slimLight skin, fight men, life very excitingMove like lighting, can`t do the wife thingKeep an ice ring, lips very enticingLook this is my thing, till the fat chick singI sex tracks with Viagra and ginsengLove to bling bling, your glocks go Bing BingMines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me nowThe flow, the style, the dough, will powFor Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it`s critical(Chorus) x2[Lady Luck]Bounce, c`mon, Def Jam (yeah)(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)Cuz-on, cuz-on, party on, party onUh ya ya yeah (x3)*Laughs*