Текст песни Keak Da Sneak - Love Da Kids
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[Keak Da Sneak]Cuz I came, I came to rock the mic rightStep up in this mutha fucka and get shit hypeKeak Da Sneak baby is the name I use`95 Monte Carlo is what I cruiseI paid dues the game owed me oneOriginator of "fa sheezy" take this game and runAnd don`t come back til you blow this shit upDon`t think just drink til you finish the cupI came here to get you litGet you a red boy top of bottle, not a red nose pitKeak Da Sneak baby known everywhereStep in this rap game and spark shit like a flareWay to cold at a younger ageIt was everyday still in the car slangin yayHella years later still young in the gameI`m sharp as a Gillette razor with that Charlie Mac game[Hook]Keak Da Sneak baby known everywhereBitch don`t act shy you in the presence of a playerWhen I grab my mic I`m the one man crewTalkin bad bout me bitch you must be off oohWhen they heard Keak Da Sneak, Sneak came to townLike Pac in his prime I be gettin aroundOn who? On you cuz this shit is real bigKnow no laya in me cuz you know I love da kids[Keak Da Sneak]Dome shots to the face and allAnd you can pray and pray for my downfallThis is destiny bitch you niggas in it to ballThen get satisfied and let a nigga run in ya drawsStraight for ya safe then ya manhood tookLeft tankin and tinkin, stomache we can`t lookYou can`t visualize some of the shit I seenSo if you ain`t ready for this game mayn go on come cleanDo ya yadadameen, I invented that shitSo before you put it out there you better holla at a pimpCuz I`m takin shit personal, it`s feelings with thisHead up or music bitch I be killin ya shitAnd I can`t sleep til I know that you hitFeedback, a nigga don`t need in his mixMy usual fix, pound of Remy and a zip of lightPut hands and feet on yo ass like a nigga in a prize fight[Hook][Keak Da Sneak]And uhh no he ain`t a Walnut gangstaYes I is, 2-4-7 on the block with anchorNot in it for the small time, I gotta get minePlaya hatin is a crime, you niggas way outta lineAnd I`m goin, goin, back, back to East OaklandYa dig, you know where it`s atGet em, getcha gotcha get em, hit emSicka bit em, the chee P-O, all in the do` nobody can fuck wit emBra Hef, Beanie, Dola Ike and Big ScoopLook how long I waited, had patience for the lootBut we gone get there, I been at it since 1990Went through hella fazes til I really just found meOutsandin, and all my albums is poundinI grown man outplayin intentional groundinI been buildin Keak Da Sneak sine 9-8For the group mayn a nigga couldn`t wait, what`s my name[Hook]