Текст песни Mac Dre - Global, слова песни Mac Dre

Текст песни Mac Dre - Global

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[ VERSE 1 ]I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next pageBut the federalies got me travellin on _Con Air_ like I`m Nicholas CageDid 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn`t get no peaceReleased from the belly of the beast, but the `ralies put a nigga on a leashThe rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroledKept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I`m hooked and addicted for sho`Now how am I to be an MC when I can`t get my travel on?Can`t bring no babby home, cause every morning I`m gettin sweated by BabylonThe only way out is to max out and give these fools back they leaseFuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised releaseI`ma bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like ChernobylKirk out and get mobile and do this thing globalWorldwide rompin, stompin in other nationsBlowin bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin Dom with them HaitiansKickin major flows, have Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for `ternityKick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in ???[ CHORUS: Dubee ] We be global Touch land and that sand over the seas Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese For sheez, clickulate with players Under the stairs, to the Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer (2x)[ VERSE 2 ]Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in `87When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heavenOne-track minded, blinded by the game and quick changeNot knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangsAnd it`s a shame, cause before I hit the f-e-d`sI didn`t know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in BelizeNow I`m curious - is Belizan pussy the bomb?When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come?Boy, it`s time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagullPost up in spots where the pot`s good and legalEat tacos in Mexico with cats named FlacoAnd catch a red-eyed flight the same night to MoroccoTop-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villainsThen bounce to the Phillipines and get mo` head than guillotinesBoy, life ain`t nothin but fat checks and head sexSo I`ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]I was a cell dweller, eatin Top Ramen and sardinesNow it`s Taiwanese Japanese cuisineBarefooted, fitted, sippin on sakeBlow on big hashis while I feast on teriakiInternational is how I`m smashin, hoeA cutthroat nigga that will blast and rollI took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and PremeThey had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn`t no greenBut that ain`t no thang, cause in TacomaI blew bomb till I was in a comaAnd in Seattle my partner Chilly ChillGot that purple leaf dank that really realI`m global, boy, I be travellinGettin further in the air like a javelinChirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San CoyMac Dre, global, holler at your boy[ CHORUS ]

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