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Текст песни Heather B - If Headz Only Knew

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[Heather B]Ah, ahhh, huh..Ain`t no shorts gon` be taken, word up[Chorus 2X: Heather B]If headz only knew how I felt about the rap gameThey`d know - I ain`t goin outIf headz only knew how I felt about the rap gameThey`d know - I ain`t goin out[Heather B]"I`m Every Woman," like Whitney, and ChakaI sparks the green lye, the choc` thai, that good ganjaI stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzelRainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest BledsoeMy head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handedIt be these wild niggaz that I roll and stand withI be rhymin `til dusk, bout trials and triumphMy grill be like what? Niggaz know, I don`t give a fuckI stay in touch with the streets, the cornersEmployed by the people, start slackin, a gonerYou wanna know why I keep it real, cause it`s easyFuck the fancy shit, it`s the simple things that please meI sports fat gear, along with no name shitAs long as I got me some cash, I don`t care who name on my hipI`m doin shit for noventa-seisThat`s nine-six in Spanish, why don`t your wack ass vanish[Chorus][Heather B]Demolition done, competition noneReputation unsung strong long ground whatI got verbals, got herbals, and antihistaminesI`m herbally and verbally distributin you listeninIt`s more to it, than a Lex and duplexDon`t sell sex or `mote sex sells, I got more respectDressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbieswith the strength of fifty-four niggaz, word, that love meHoes ain`t ready for the shit I gotAnd when I finally rock they`ll see I turned it up a notchNo more comin, but yo` crack is wide openor try to be hardcore, claimin, you totinI hope that you be hopin, when I`m rhymin, I`m jokinMy tech`, is more complex than weed smokinSenile, it`s time that I get more agileStyle versatile, FUCK doin a minute, in the penileAttitude hostile, intelligently hostileNot just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you[Chorus][Heather B]To all the doubters, givin they opinionMy rhyme style winnin so I`ll just keep spittinYeah, I`m just nasty like that and I don`t give a fuck no moreFuck that herb and his whore, cause yoin my last game of freestylin I dropped fiftyThey did me none, mad jump shots and add onesAnd then the tech`, for bringin bitches down by they neckYo stop it, now there`s no need to get wreckedYou play wild, but my style was flagrant and it`s foulI`ll have you wipin shit wit`cho white towelI crashed yo` bust cause you don`t think when you shootthat made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oopOOH! Heather B, y`all ain`t know I get upPlus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the FUCK UPA team player, strategy the full court press upFat jersey and a baggy short GuessYeah, I even spotted `em ten and did damageLet them pick the refs plus they had home court advantageBut even then, I`m not one to underestimateSo the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paintAnd when it all, was put on the lineTied score, second left in double overtimeThese bitches went and fouled me, they must not knowthat in the clutch, Heather B was gon` sink both free throws[Chorus]

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