Текст песни Kool G. Rap f Capone-n-Noreaga - Soundbombing 3
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[N.O.R.E. - speaking]N-O-R-E, Nore, Niggaz On the Run Eatin *coughing*So let`s big up Kool G. Rap because that`s the motherfucking manYou un` the dig, Kool G. Rap, man, you know what I`m sayin?Godfather of gangsta, ghetto, project, complex, co-op, hip-hopG. Rap influenced me in, not in any way but in every way almost, you know the dig?N.O.R.E. - Nore, G. RAP!If y`all don`t know about G. Rap, y`all don`t know about rap![G-Wise * vocoder]G. Rap - see you again, baby (my life nigga)[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder]All of my life, I liveI`ll be thuggin with youuuuuuuRock it out baby, knock it out babyWon`t stop `til I die for thisI`ll be keepin it trueeeeeeeYeah yeah yeah yeah[N.O.R.E.]Yo, yoIt`s mafia ties, rules, let `em fuck each other`s wivesNiggaz is real stupid and they think like chicksThey was dealing with ounce money `til I bought the bricksI done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh)And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah)Island-style, four-bill and mop your neckI got the bandana, see, it`s already a "B"I`m like Santana from American METhey call me D.A.N. - Dead All Nore (D.A.N. - Dead All Noreeeee)And I got guns, y`all ain`t got nothin for meFuck the popo, cuz niggaz don`t leave no prints (prints)Niggaz gave me a brick and ain`t seen me since (yeahhhh)Now I`m out the game like Kane and themAnd now niggaz want me, I ain`t blamin themI got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs outI big`d up, copped the five, fuck a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh)[Chorus][Capone]I speak on phones in Kohl`s, my shit stay tappedLike Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nineI`m federal time, still an enemy of the stateThey had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell `em bout it)Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God`sStarted riots in the jungle like the Rodney King chargesIn L.A., what up essa? (whaddup) I spray tre` pounds (yeahhhh)To nueva, I`m loco nigga (loco)I`m the one that made attempts on the popo biggerI put crazy work in, (that`s right) fuck who criticize my versesI only rap, cuz the streets is sourThe money is good and I couldn`t find sheets for powderI could get on some bullshit, (on some bullshit) y`all niggaz understand me?I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family)Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the gameMenace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)[Chorus][Kool G. Rap]All of my life, uh-huh uh-huhNigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goonsHalf-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moonPlay the jacuzzi `til your hands get blueRugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (yeahhhh)Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloomNigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumesPrison niggaz that ran balloonsShut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boonsFuck women in tanning roomsEvery last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built doDown to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suitIf I can`t stack a nigga cap get peeled looseWord to them cats that died on the street, it`s spilled juiceSo where that Don be? In the calm breeze in the palm treesBomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh)Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacyBulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honoryWashin the jackpot like laundryFuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly (All of my...)[G-Wise * vocoder - two voices at once]Life, we spend, someone - know someoneWe spend, (yeah) we spend...And what about - where you come from (where you come from, where you)What about - You will get up on-on... My life, my life, my life[Chorus][Kool G. Rap]What.. uh...uh-huhYeah, thug shit, Queens clicks