Текст песни Kool Keith f Jacky Jasper, Marc Live - Bamboozled
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Yeah, the diesel truckers, with, Kool KeithMarc Live, Jacky JasperWe come international, and rational[Kool Keith]I saw the Grammy`s, I wasn`t impressed with thatA lot of stylists overdressed thatWas I wrong? Who was the best atTwo cases on Stoli`s, eight thousand for this man you owe meI left the V.I.P. section lonelyMe, white folks, Don Juan played the backThe women chose me over guess who? Pretty ToneyKid I got your lady signed to SonyGirls tell Bobby I`m the real tenderoniNew York`s best verse carrierYou better scoop her, before I marry herAward winnder without rimsTap your dimepiece without spinnersJVC, LL soapbox with the antennasI get hard on aspirin cups filled with GuinnessThe Ernie Onassis, with masters, with Marc and Jack JasperSunday clean gators on the pastorGo `head player, youse a wallflowerScared to talk to her, I`ma ask herRep it at the casino, walk in your presenceMiami`s biggest problemWhack rappers want me out the game like Al Pacino[Chorus 2X: Jacky Jasper]We pop bottles, washed up models (bamboozled)Runny makeup, celebrities, uncensoredPaparazzi, Sunset BoulevardForty-second street, Las Vegas, South Beach[Jacky Jasper]I seen a lot of rappers turn soft, I turn my TV off (uh)And thugs got commercials (yea) thugs in commercials (uh)And everybody`s chick turned gladiator and shitNo pimps, no hustlers, yo where`s your whipsNo Maybachs, no Lambos on the fieldTowncar, ridin Music ExpressAnd yo` the winner is - effervesence (that`s right)Your rhymes didn`t win, your rhymes didn`t get shit (oh!)They like the way you move in tight suits (that`s right)And gay-ass 70 bootsYou the best example, yo the industry is whack yoNow you can bet your label and your Phantom on thatSee rappers don`t want no parts of menThey zombies, +28 Days+ all over againEverybody`s scared, runnin againThey bonecrush ya, monkeys in the cage again[Chorus][Marc Live]Celebrity nigga, broke a MC pimp niggaShow up on the scene (nigga)Trackin cream, so obsceneYou can`t come clean, fast money I fiendI know the score, your mother-in-lawMy money is more, she`s leavin him poorI know the game, ask Rick JamesI don`t complain and I won`t explainGo fetch, I draw the sketchYou won`t catch, I got the niche (bitch)The chips won`t switch, she`s not a bitchI`ll take the chips, she`s on my dickThey flowin in, steppin on up the money outHiccup, bitch shut the fuck up (what)What is wrong, income`s rightThe street`s my wife, the street`s my life, uh[Chorus]