Текст песни Jay-Z f Boo and Gotti - 20 Bag Shorty
Jay-Z f Boo and Gotti - 20 Bag Shorty слова песни
[Jay-Z]No more reason I gotta prove to be da illest MCSomthing`s wrong wit ya motor skills cause y`all ain`t movin meI`m who you see musically when you want it done hotComparin` you to me is a lesson in futility stopI paint pictures beautifully but niggaz is near sightedDon`t worry about plagerist it`ll take em years to bite itWhich the greatest fears I don`t write itIt just appears outta nowhere like the information contain by the physicLike it or not I pay dues and expect to be paid backWhy da fuck should I freestyle I`m gettin paid to rapI sling a track laid back almost till it`s a sinTell ya god somebody`s doin a good job impersonatin` himJ-Hova spittin game from da range roverWhat tha fuck is y`all doin in da third lane get overSlow ya rode up I got it sewed up like a tellaRelatively easy like jerry hellaCream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telliBelly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell y`allY`all know da style burn da townDown and change the locale I`m doin da same shit except its legit[Chorus: repeat 2X]Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shitYou owe me twenty baby better pay that shitGot twenty bag son better blaze that shitThey said I wasn`t seeing twenty but I made dat shit[Gotti]Pimp Gotti get da dues in them double downLike them kids with tips who tops downBricks who get money quick see merepresentin bomb city on da bill block rockin` mic`sBefore they get a mill I sold pills all nightThe illest outta life got my mind on fateCause even on tour nigga still ain`t safeI keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lexI be da X like malcom puff for now dunn east side represent wit tons of gunsYou keep it real where you fromCause where you at might put da dagger in yo backIts like livin wit yo homey that be on crackAnd fact my niggaz know my styles phat like hoes in da El DoradoMy mind toatin fuck em duck emAny thing but da main gun I don`t trust em[Chorus][Boo]Move wit da nigga huh from man chillaBurge shit word shit I slpurge big scrillaObserve when you work spit bird shit killahNot to be purterb with...herb shit dealaCan make me feel y`all foreal ya tock tickingBust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinchingYou fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shitSoon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit (stoooooop)Broke niggaz resort the glass lookingOpposite the track ass whoopingOpposite the black class hooker the fat ass fookerTriple your cash criple your stash pass shookerThe past ain`t never the last to teach lessonsMy peeps fucking up in the streets keep guessingBrew don`t becomming a preach I be blessingLotta kids commmin out da wrong way like sea sectionsKnow da bro gone flow even if it cross shortsFuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost moreBut niggaz say I floss to muchbut when I take it off and such they say I lost my touchThose bitches like the money I wearWhat its funny how they stareDumb bunnies with they cunnin` little glareShorty let me see the tail if its really that shittinShe hit me with a felion a young pair kittenMy boy hit that shit now every body smittenEven holdin snow balls and I ain`t talkin bout mittenswhat I talkin bout mittens foreal[Chorus]