Текст песни John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim
John Forte` f Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Bar - St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim слова песни
Typed by: FugeeCamp@aol.com[Forte` - Speaking]The Madina Passage...Brooks Federation...John Forte`, Jeni Fujita...[Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]This town is too small for all y`allWhere the streets are meanerThis one`s for everybody!This one`s for everybody![Forte]Pikasoe meets Baracus![20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse One]This world is messed upSo I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?)`Til it burn my chest up, I`m stressed upFrom my toes, to my neck upIt`s all out, I seen niggas cook upIn a small house, with the dogs outI know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routedNothing`s too small to doubt itThe wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honorLooking for heat that launches six shots and eat you harder[Baracus]We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops52 states, we want green gaze and tree spotsWe want the better life, the mo` better cheddar lifeI was a young thug when my momma threw me outStarvin` on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouthTaught me how to read and countCook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounceMe and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since `89![Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x][Forte` - Verse Two]Yours truly, El Capitan...I don`t small talk, y`all all walkWe turn half them cats up into dodgers, like the ballparkFive-O drop charges,apply pressure the hardest, more than Japanese massagesYou need us, to roll mo`Cruise to homogenusYou didn`t list where you from, we MadinasYou niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green isMomma Sheena`s how homes get bought, vis-a-vis the Dow JonesY`all rappers stuck on cow clones, like two tonesWe`ll never match boss, at the cost, I`ll fuck around and rip the patch off!My bitch`s god-sent, my yacht-men, bigup to cassetteAt every soundset, I iron butts off, leaving the ground wetY`all walking like you safe, you ain`t outta town yet!It`s for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spittersNiggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that wanna rock wit` usYou wanna hear this like you dumb guys? Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni`s![Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x][Forte` ]Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red....[St. Nikolas - Verse Three]Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosaryKnown for making scott flees out of black hoseryDo dirt, pull it over my face so you don`t notice meBlack Jesus, rockin` black cheesesNikki Bonadon, grown scorpionTravel on, trying to go platinum, in Brook-lawn!Shook ones, can`t hold guns, better hold your tongueAnd grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this yearSo light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it![Casino Red]On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The DreadRoc-A-Feds of Brook-LawnCrooks run out of the dead, bloodshedBloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by catsIn this game, put shine up for grabsI`m talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime rates escalateSo play for high stakes, chasin` money and guns it must be my fateSo keep the ones where they`re safe![Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x][Forte`]