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Текст песни Guerilla Maab - Keep Watching Me

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[Hook - 2x]Keep watching me, andYou fellas, gon see manYou don`t wanna fuck around, with these G`sFried out, sipping drank blowing trees[Z-Ro]I`ma hide behind that tintThese motherfuckers, wonder where he wentBut I remain to sting, and have finer thangsStill harder, than the cementYou be walking on, running out of timeLike the cell phone, you be talking onI`ma make you place, that`ll be the tasteOn the concrete, they be chalking onNigga I be watching y`all, watching meWhen I pulls up, on the sceneNiggaz be looking like, they wanna pick a fightCause my neck and wrist, bling blingYou can hate me from over there long, as you don`t invade my spaceIf you invade my space, my fist gon invade your faceNigga don`t get me wrong, I`m not a fly cat thoughTake a bone, and run over to RidgevanAnd whip ass on a nigga`s ass, when the dust clearsI`ma be, the only nigga left standingI be busting out the big blocks, sixtyRaising niggaz, up off of meThen it`s back to the bus, sipping Robatuss`Give me the K this corner, with PCPBetter watch your head, screens gon fallS.U.C., we born to ballYou can put your money, back in your pocketEverything`s on us, when we hit the mallAnd to these hoes, I won`t be no trickGold digging bitches, make me sickAnd ain`t nobody around me, paying for the creasesSplit, and I speak for the whole click[Hook - 2x][Trae]Stay on my P`s and Q`s, cause people hateThey wanna knock me, while I`m on my bladesI ride a Benz, when I stack my endsMe and Dougie D, lost in the windWe peep the game, through `Sacci shadesStay playa made, with a bald fadeI`m tatted up, and got bezyltinesYou better bet, all my diamonds gleamI don`t wanna brag or boast, or hot capBut I still got a 4-4, in my lapDon`t get close, or the beam`ll shineIt`s a automatic piece, that they can`t findIf something gon fall, it gotta be the screensSee the bubble lights, and that EuropeanWhen I`m in my ride, I bogaurd the blockPop up the top, and the broads gon jockFin to get Lil` B, up off the grapevineOn my way to the West, getting on my grindCan`t let none of these cats, take what`s mineThey M.I.A., cause I`m laying it downAnd it`s M.O.B., till the day I dieThat there be real, nigga that`s no lieIt`s gon take y`all, one whole teamAnd until then, I know y`all wanna try to[Dougie D]Watch a G, but can`t stop a GHow many of y`all, gon knock a GPeep me, rolling in a candyAin`t no doubt about it, babyWe be wrecking shop, and showing skillsTurning hoe heads, with a wood wheelPiece and chain, with shining gold grillMan y`all know, the South is so realDown for the green, to make the world seeIt`s all about, my family and meI ride for y`all, and y`all ride for meGuerilla Maab, what I`m fuckingWhen I leave the streetsBoys talk down, and steady gon hateI`m still gon remain, to floss and scrape platesTrying to take mine, is a mistakeWhen I might fuck around, with your fateYou don`t know, bitch you ain`t heardWe be G`s, that slang and serveSmoked out, and we sipping on syrupFuck the streets, we fin to hop on curbsBreak boys off, and let them boys knowI be natural, with this flowWhen I come through, and knocking down do`sLike Fat Pat, sitting in the side poles[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Ultimate powers, beyond beliefWhile chiefing a sweeter leafAlways strapped, in a white tank topAnd I keep my britches, without a creaseBut I gotta keep, my progress on the lowEverybody wanna talk down, on Z-RoGot a verb and attack, that`ll break they backAnd can`t nobody talk down, on the flo`Too many of these fellas, thinking they bulletproofThat`s why, they misbehavingRun your bad ass, up in RidgemontAnd you`ll be dead, before you reach VetakenSee I`m a killa for real, no fake AK`sAutomatic guns, grenades and AK`sIn the midst of confusion, hollin` out HoustonWe have a problem, better say may-dayBut I really be coming, to get these boysI`m really, fin to wet these boysThe voice in my head, say don`t go FEDBetter charge that there, and don`t sweat them boysDon`t let them boys, get up under your skinWhy you in the game, if you ain`t trying to winI gotta put up the Shwin, and hop in a BenzIn a cool sticking in it, with new rich friendsBut I don`t change, I`m still the sameStill throwed in the game, with a lil bit of fameRunning up on me, that`s your lifeWhy you wanna leave, your kids and wifeWhy they wanna see me, off my gameDidn`t wanna come around, till I had a nameBut now you, really don`t want none of these G`sKeep watching me, if you can see overseas[Hook - 2x]

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