Текст песни King Sun - NY Love
King Sun - NY Love слова песни
"You goin overboard with all that, "fuck New York shit"trying to dis Brooklyn, but the Boogie `bout to talk shitand ain`t no fun, if the Dula can`t get nonerisin in the East, I`m bout to set it on the West, sonListen, I ain`t even down with who you dissenfar as I`m concerned NY been ass -kissenfor the longest, on the live side I`ma dead ityou aint a trooper, I know that`s all super-unleadedgas you inhaled from all your record salescause you went to California and blew up, but you failtryin to dis the big apple, I aint supposed to wanna battlefor a million dollar raffle? You gettin gaffledsoon as I see you got a millionafter the battle, I be like "oooh what a feeeelin"Toyota will be selling me they biggest Landcruisermoney green so ngas could fiend like drug userswinners slap users like pimp slap hoesand we know Suge is pimpin them hoes on Death Rowyou actin like you wanna beef, but talkin below meyou ain`t a real thug, you a real CaliPhoney**Who Shot Ya? No it wasn`t me and my peepsyou`re talking bout New York, wordup, like something sweetdon`t fool yourself, this ain`t New York Undercoverit`s real like the history of your father and motherI`m sayin, think about that shit that you didhad a shootout in NY, raped a bitch, did a bidlike you proud of that, then let the world know it happenedfirst of all you fuckin up for other nga`s rappinhow you makin movies, selling records, doin tours,then be up in Denemora (sp), scrubbin other ngas` drawers?the whole point in being criminal is gettin paidson, you paid already, actin Crazy like EddieFuck a Thug Life, ngas die being unlawfullet that peer pressure stress ya somethin awfulwith the world in ya hand, fuck a man, be a Kingyou aint even a man cause you under the wingHeltah Skeltah from the shelter, need protectionnow you`re one of Suge Knight`s sons, runnin for electionagainst Snoop Dog for that top dog spotDeath Row, Prisoner-of-the-month on lock.***Now everybody know you from them roles you be playinso all that make a record shit aint even worth sayinwest coast rappers go platinum in a secondcause west coast ngas go out and buy recordsbut east coast rappers be on conceited shitthe wack emcees here make repeated hitsthey get star-struck and stop giving a fuckand lyrically, half these ngas suck, and whatjust put the real rappers in the ringlet your man bring the beats and whoever do they thingfuck a record sale, fuck a phoney reputation,fuck a pimp record label and them suck-dick stations.Show skills, how ya flow skills, rock a party-live from the heart, in front of everybodywithout a shotty, ain`t no need for all thatget your stupid ass some rikers & tracks, fuck the gatsmy people out in Cali aint got nothin to do with thisyou on your own dick, "POTNA", and you new to thisI could never dis my peeps in the westbut, that dissin Biggie shit, we still ain`t impressed...