Текст песни J.D. f Da Brat and R.O.C. - It`s Nothing
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[JD]So So Def1 [JD] For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it`s nothing [Da Brat] So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it`s nothing [JD] For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it`s nothing [Da Brat] For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me [JD] It`s nothing[JD]Flat shows, up all gold to watchThis for show, I connect all the dotsSeen a lot of men, seen what I`ve seenBeen where I been, do you even think aboutComing hotter thanYou could find me at the T top, C T grayWit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!I make that, get you real pissed offSeen a chick first time throw a trick offThat Mark McGwire, outta the park big-timeDon`t matter what it cost, just get it, get itLike gray flow, like gray doughWrist, ears, neck, light gray glowMake dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come throughFlows that don`t like bass sing My BooMake ladies jump outta they panties and brasJD, babe ro, the Wizard of OzRepeat 1[Da Brat]Since we got every motherfucker wantin` to dance nowGet in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin` downI live with it, do what the fuck I wannaDa Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesomeDon`t come on real to miss, know from feeling this shitOut done cuz we outnumbered your cliqueWho`s that pushing that six? See that name on the plates?The chain? The wrist?Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shitSwitch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitchIce style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights outIf a nigga ain`t got four cents, I don`t drop hintsStraight to the point, tell him I`m the hot kid about to rock this jointMake they jump out they boxer drawsAnd I`m Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y`allRepeat 1[R.O.C.]Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?You broke by mistake, we rich on purposeWhat the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uhYou know what? Hold up, stop the beatR O C nigga, now drop the beatGot to be, glittery, hoes opt to meJittery, drop and give me head complimentaryUp the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so giftedWanna floss?ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come acrossClose your mouth hon, I runCome across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? BillboardYoung mack, want that, kick back, for the flicksStack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?Repeat 1[JD]So did we make y`all rock?For me to make y`all rockFor me to make y`all rockShit, it`s nothingFor me to make y`all rockFor me to make y`all rockFor me to make y`all rockIt`s nothingAhh