Текст песни Lucky Luciano f Paul Wall and Chamillion - Playas Roll
Lucky Luciano f Paul Wall and Chamillion - Playas Roll слова песни
[Russell Lee]Yeaaaaaaah...Ohhhhhhh[Lucky Talking]Yeah they know what time it is..Russel Lee in here with Happy P..Paul Wall and Chamillionaire..Man, it`s going down..[Chamillionaire]Ay, it look like a G in the knot but, it`s not, it`s threeTime is money, you don`t wanna chase the clock with meI squat in the drop, not a dirty spot to seeStand on top of my dough in the desert, and spot the seaMy money`s tall, I been born to stack chipsIgnore my taxes, frame on the lack listHop on the mattress to get pornographicMake a move on the chick, and move on to that sisHits, Chamillionaire he rapsSo she lifts up the shirt show the bra with two strapsBut how ironic is that, cause the boy can do thatI lift up my shirt, so the boy got two strapsGotta strap up, I gotta be safe sexinSo I strap up, I gotta keep a weaponIt`s Koopa protectin my health cause so many girls call me booIm scared of myself, hahaBut they lucky, get the chedder and buckCause me and Lucky we both be tryin a get in a vaultMake bronze money turn greener than the incredible hulkBut I`m pain in full, vato what you thought...Koopa[Lucky]Believe that, money ain`t nothin..Specially you bout yo business..Ay, Russ let em` know how these playas roll..[Chorus][Russell Lee]I come here to let you know, just how us playas rollThese boys betta pay what they owe, cause I gotta keep my money longGotta keep on hustling, can`t keep on struggelingMy life, my feddi, my niggaz, my family and thats all I know[Lucky Luciano]Who make yo head bob like Marley and stay Brown like CharlieMoney to throw away with more green than TommyAnd I`m still on my toes, I got paper to washI keep girls every where from L.A. to the BronxI got em passing out flyers, cause you know I`m no dummyI don`t play football but you feel my homecomingIm throwed, call me Jimmy "Superfly" SnukaIts funny my trunk keep doin the hooka hookaLabels keep callin cause they like my styleIm so fly, I gotta a million frequent flyer milesI want her and her friend, cause I heard they dikeIm at the bar with Paul, and play thursday nightChain glowing like a Darth Vader swordFull of that high grade bombay de`jourIm just a playamade mexican and my pants stay starchedTraded in the Bently, for a black made bomb[Chorus][Paul Wall]Im all about stackin greenIm tryin a get whats in your wallet and the back of them jeansBut theres more to life than, just facts and leanLil momma`s know I`m the mack of the teamGotta, fly honey dip on my siiidePimp juice drippin up off my striiideBig swanges and vogues on my riiideAnd a college education on my smiiileThere ain`t nothin new under the sunIm getting my paper, this ain`t just for funI been on the grind since I was oneI was in day care, hustlin gumSo, I`m splurgin half my leisureI got mo` ice than yo grocers freezerAnd the rims keep getting steeperTill` I`m old geezer, dodging the grim reaper[Chorus]