Текст песни Jay-Z f Big Boi, Killer Mike, Twista - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse
Jay-Z f Big Boi, Killer Mike, Twista - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse слова песни
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]And we gon` stay hustlin on that block until we caughtAnd we gon` stay showin off that jewelry that we boughtAnd we gon` stay leavin out the stores with heavy bagsCause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags![Verse One: Jay-Z]We arose, let`s go"So Fresh So Clean" like `KastJay-Z be poppin tagsLeavin the mall with heavy bagsYou know the boy got a love for the cashAw fuck, there he go againTalkin bout hoes and dough againYup! -- Can`t hold it inI`m surprised I got so much dough to spendBut, back when I was poorer thenYou wasn`t focusin, about the dough I spendBut I was holdin in, I was a roller thenI was a baller back then, all of that manFall back, I fought thatWhat would you do if you was in my shoes?Leave dudes in the rearviewV-12 engine, corners spinninTwinkies shinin, pinky ringArmadale, nigga stinky stinkTop, down, my cash is upGold chain, I don`t give a fuckGold brain`ll get you in the truck maThat`s right, you in luck maYou see me cruisin down, better step insideAin`t enough room to fit you all in the rideFirst come, first served basisYou know Hov` be goin to nice placesThat`s right, and I`m droppin cashLeave the mall with garbage bagsGucci this, Prada thatRoll witcha boy you`ll be poppin tags[Chorus][Verse Two: Twista]It`s a party when I go up in the sto`Shoppin while I`m zooted off the dro`Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill`and I got `em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo`Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hallon the glimmer with the glock by the ballServin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6Then it`s straight from the block to the mallNow what`s on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo`selfWhen you come up on some cheddar better pop that tagLike when I dip off in the Prada then I go offto the lot lay the paper down and cop that JagI got a console full of ammunition and fundsMink Roc-a-Wear and some gunsPetty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jaxand Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none (When I go up in the sto` a nigga never get enough)I`m a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won`t catch up)And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it nowI be choppin up cheddar with KanyeChop a little cheddar up with JayChop it up with the O-to-the-KizayPoppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay![Chorus][Verse Three: Killer Mike]Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me..My throwback game is whiffle wickedSaint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz`nJersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fittedWhite boys say my style is bitchinKeepin coke in the kitchenKeep a glock that will shock and bring the resttucked underneath my Mitchell & NessI, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannonIt`s tucked in my Marc BuchananExtra clips and shells in the lambskinTwo deep by Pelle PelleWestside how they felly fellMore G`s on me, than a late 80`s Gucci leatherworn by the great Rakim himselfStitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in handI leave your blood squirtingNo offense, I`ll put your face on the chestof a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt KingsI been fucking, a hustle, married to a racketsince the first Air Jordan`s and Starter jacketsI slept with a package, under mattressI carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight wordsI`ll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin icebergGot a project chica, named RicaShe keep a purse full of dro` reefer