Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Jay-Z - The Mix Tape Volume II: Sixty Minutes of
Funkmaster Flex f Jay-Z - The Mix Tape Volume II: Sixty Minutes of слова песни
Yeah y`all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we doMotherfucker... yeah you don`t stopYou won`t quit, Jay-Z drop shit like thisAiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do itKick that Willie shit well, cause I`m really gonna do itThe voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluidThat`s how I get it locked when I come through in the VYou rap niggaz on the radio don`t do it for meInsert the removable face, place the CDYour Prince, cause you rap dudes don`t make senseTalk about bitten linesNigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mineRan so much coke, I could shit a dimeAnd this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signedTryin to indirectly, effect me, directlyCareful what you wish for, Jigga get rawNigga I`m straight gutta, let me remind youAct like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of youI do anything when I put my mind to itA whole lot more when I put the nine to itI flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shitOn some sho` shit hose it down totally and you knows this man Keep niggaz in awe with the old shitNo shit, and I don`t give a fuck who you go getI fold shit like poker, smack em aroundOn some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell meWho in your circle could fuck around with Jay?No mo` shit, Cristals get dough shitShoot my pistals on the reg, I`m on some double-fo` shitBout to drop a jewel and make po-po sickI only the respect feds, beat cops know shitI`m pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shitCause after all, what`s my name, oh shit!Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don`t stopY`all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like meEvery Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mamiDrink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristalSell fish scale, y`all niggaz love this styleWannabe players, Jay-Z`s offic-ialBeen through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do itFoundation is layed, we can take this to the top babygirlif you`re not afraid, the world is watchinMost certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawersthink they hurtin me, ha hahI keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace styleCartier watch my diamond face styleCrib on the coast, marble floors laced outChase you upstairs singing `Let`s Play House`Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in herWanna boy so to be sure, I OD`d in herHis days are laced in Caesar LeguarsAll the chicks jealous at the baby showersBeatch!How we do, Funk Flex, yeahBrooklyn...*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*