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Текст песни Jim Crow f Juvenile - Crow`s Nest

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[ INTRO: Juvenile ]What`s up whodie?This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money MillionaireDoin this hereMy boys from the ATL, Jim CrowAnd we all should say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckasY`all better respect the SouthWe on a come-up, niggaAnd we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusersI don`t give a fuck what you do, niggaStick to what you do[ CHORUS ]It be them Flaw Boyz, ????Thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-hawWe like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boyFuck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mo ]I say no more talk, my liquor is maltA nigga never went to jail cause I ain`t never got caughtNow see it ain`t my fault your boys sketched in chalk???? shoulda learned the game that you barkSee some niggas, they make me madThese hoes, they got it badThey ain`t recognize, do the mathAnd you will see they all bitch-made, lemonadeGrown as hell but they actin like they 8th gradeYou need to play with a full deckWork a sweat, break a bitch and all I want is my checkIs that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next?To get spiced up late night, Frapper`s Delight(Nigga, whatever you like)[ VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel ]On point like they droppin a beat, let`s be discrete About these bullshit stories you hear up in the streetI`m down to my last sheet, no mo` chance to rollControl everything I do, now how `bout you?Me, he and even sheWhoever who, no debate, I can`t waitOn shortie, to see what they do When they lose it all and ball, no flawWhile you lickin all off on her braWe lickin for the cheese in the cash drawerWith the safe unlocked, over a boy that got gotAnd it`s some foolish-ass spot, the back of the roomNot knowin that his last breath has been consumedHe done ballin[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Polow ]Ha-ha-ha (Yo, who the fuck is he?) Shawty PimpThe nigga that gives a damn `bout a bRoaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leashEat good for the free, Fleetwood, a CapriceThat`s what we ride in, hide in from no enemyPreacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy meHennessy has the tendency to make a nigga stupidCan`t whup my ass and all the alcohol said you can do itBut you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthlessNow you`re toothless runnin around town lookin stupidCause cupid got your heart, gave your bitch a credit cardBut she still fuck around with them players on boulevardI don`t care how hard the sound on your recordYou don`t want nann ?? Shawty Pimp, not one secondHuh? Not one second, bitch, not one secondNow praise the Lord for these lyrical blessing[ VERSE 4: Juvenile ]Direct your shit at Juvenile cause I`m the nigga that you hateDon`t try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your facesSee, the places that I been you can`t hangUnless I took you under my wing and I put you in the gameEver since I been walkin on this Converse soilBitches been joining forces and makin blood boilBut I`m here to spoil the whole royal??? stop ??? whores from playinOver no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?Boy, listen to me when I`m talkin before I get witchaWhip ya, rip your little dreams apartTake that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it sparkDepart before your people talkin seekin vengeanceThat`s how I`ma handle business, fuck what`s the consequencesHittin your residence with Russian-made instrumentsYour neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the President[ CHORUS ]Boy, we be serious round this shit, dirtyAin`t nobody fuckin with the South[ Juvenile ]What`s up

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