Текст песни Harlem World f Lil` Cease, Trife - Minute Man
Harlem World f Lil` Cease, Trife - Minute Man слова песни
[Mase]Uh, uh, uh, yoHarlem World gon` make me richHarlem World gon` take your bitchHarlem World is the place to beThis M-A-Dollar Sign-E[Stase]Yo, hold up keep it steadyY`all chicks ain`t really readyY`all sweating Stase alreadyAnd I ain`t pushing a ChevyI ain`t even lyin`, I ain`t even sign People want my backYo, what`s up with that?See, running out the mouth gon` get your face slappedTell me do you like what you seeIs it tight as could be?No, Mase ain`t writing for meAnd I have no desire to beOr have fake chicks rhyme wit meUhh, you ain`t my man, you ain`t down wit meYou ain`t certified Harlem World get from `round meAnd Mase my big brother thats why you surround meYou could drop me off the same place you found meCuz it won`t be long before you have to crown meIf I`m chicken, I`m jerk chicken and we`re flickin`And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?1 - I hate the ones that don`t suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low I hate the ones that don`t suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low[Loon]Yo, it`s only right that you hold me tightEven though we fight, because the dough be likeWhen the dough be rightYou know we havin a ballSippin on cristall and allChicks smile and allYo` dealing wit fishkill and oilIce on the wrist dial and allBut nevertheless, boo there was never a testThat stopped me from loving you bestI`m hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighsDefinitely your lips and eyesThem chicks can slideThey tryin` to be all in the mixYour girlfriend ballin` a 6, and holdin` my tipBut boo, there`s only room for 2Until I get the coupe for youYou know how I doAnd then you could scoop your crewAnd do what you wants to doRepeat 1[Naughty]Naughty, Naughty, NaughtyI went from cradle to crawlin`, to a strollerWay I was strollin` and hopin when I get olderThat I be holyKicks to camp *** floatin` with Naught`A boat and a yachtWas all that I was hopin to rockAs a young kid stacked and eventually learnedThat money was made for thatNever meant to be burnedWhy lets all get this Using that `I murder you face`I be the youngest nigga pushin` a convertible eightBut thought *** to that they gon` taste this ***Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dickWhen I die they`ll be a headstone big as a ***And a pack of fifty redbones diggin` me upFor the fact, played it backAnd I`m tryin` to see me, a house and six floorsAnd peranhas a weekGot a spouse, deep throats while I`m tryin` to sleepLookin` out for B-4`s every diamond creek[Huddy Combs]But you slow money, cuz it`s better than no moneyI only crap out when I play with your moneyYou know Huddy, still sittin` on old moneyI only hang wit Mase cuz he keeps them hoes for meKick a little bit, but yo I`m no dummyYour girl love me, so you keeping your girl from meAnd tellin` lies, gettin caught in different ridesWit different guys, stay different in different pops, whatRepeat 1 until fade