Текст песни Lost Boyz - Plug Me In
Lost Boyz - Plug Me In слова песни
Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radioLive as stereo so once again here we goTo all my real cats who love to hear the real rappinI still understand the reason that you feel thatYo, I`m a crook like Donald OneShit sat up like coins listen everyone joins in the sessionKnow when I`m about to teach a lessonIn love when micronesses starts remisingListen, raps of the hook asElves run take it like a man kid it`s our turnShout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose toYo from the fam understand, yo we don`ts doLove the way of goin down babyNo doubt these bitches weak arse on the styleUntil the day I`m up an gone I`m gonna get it onAn` let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted onFrom day one we had hot mixYo I thought you cats could chill shit I got thisInner smile, time to take respect first semester catsKeep it come through an` get some extra arsePlug me inI see you wanna be down but you don`t hit the lissYou could either give that or you can get with thisMan I promise just to hit you with officialisAn` all I ask is you don`t get me nor my pistol clipsSo recognise the guns blast for the love of thatAre yo good for me pull my blast I`m a see that arseUntil then I`m a rhyme kid and still shineBut when I spot him I`m a get him doubt him bottom lineThat future rap, yo I`m crap cause I play the streetsAn the way yo niggas live that`s what I say the beastKeep the cheddar in my pockets ain`t no bubblyAn when it trouble me, honey make it a double GHelby fam represent New York CityHang on the siss, an we get criss prettyAll my keys throw your L`s up, you know it`s onI`m a keep this here strong until the flow is gonePlug me inLet me get a mic a checker, one, two nowI came through this show these niggas how we do nowCadillacs be seated an we gettin weededAs long as I`ve been in this game I have been indefeatedYou can`t fuck around my shit is at a puntin radiesTop or not still hot ain`t nuthin changedAll these are G subs in uniformYou violate the fanzine now you`ll be goneOut the flame y`all you now how a nigga cameAn` by the time I`m at the door you know a nigga nameMr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank itWish an` rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweatsLove the Benadet, elves we throw Sue WynetteWe hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretchGet, an` meanwhile while you be talkin that same shitYou whoop a nickel this game kidPlug me in