Текст песни Mac Mall, San Quinn, JT Tha Bigga Figga - Crestside 2 Fillmoe
Mac Mall, San Quinn, JT Tha Bigga Figga - Crestside 2 Fillmoe слова песни
*(Mac Mall)*Uh, we in the Village!We in the Village nigga!*(JT)*Figgaro-Messy Marv production*(Mac Mall)*It`s Mac Mall, Baby Capone in the Crestside of the Valley-Jo, hooked up wit my dogs from the Filthy-Mo!*(San Quinn)*An if you don`t know about it, then ask yo hoe about it.Cuz it`s goin down nigga!One time.Two times.Verse 1 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*I slap some twinkies on my two-door Camaromucho dinerotraded a fuel injected carborator for a hottie 4-barrelship kits fo` Cambreak down the grams on the dashput the 4, 15`s wit the Floor Masters hangin out the assan we love to smashback to back in Vett`s and Jagsfrom the west coast California where them ol skools act badwit the rest of the fam strikin in hot Vogues an shitquick to scratch up a playas pocket an keep on poundin this shit.Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*Appear quiet, bust in my grillyoung titan wit the toys concealedbig nuts an nerves of steelgot money to makeI`m bout to serve Francis Drakepullin hundreds an toss the keys to LAboss ballin in Green Bayas the hood take brothasunderwe be countin crispy federal notescuz I ain`t tryin to sell dopein 2-triple-0white folks knock my hustlelike I`m the mayor of the City Of Dopeme an my thugs hit the lobbieslooking like we`ll smuther everybodykamakazi bout this money don`t try memy cuddiemy cromiesin this, we the titans to meetjuss a day in the life of the eliteso don`t hate me, hate the gameyou hate it cuz you workin wit small changeSucka who`s to blame?Matter fact don`t answer thatyou`ll probably say some square shit an Mackin` Ass gon` have to put you on your backyou can`t touch meyou way to pussyyou besta come wit mo than some choppas to try an rush meit`s Mac Mall, Baby CaponeI hooked Vallejo wit the `Mo an now we paper chasin outta control!(Whoo! Whoo!)Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*By now you know the name (know the name)done brought ya that "Game Recognize Game" ain`t a thang changedfrom the Crest 2 Fillmoe (Fillmoe)we Mobb slowin 3-C down bitch you know the rules hoe.Verse 3 *(San Quinn)*By know them niggas knowdon`t lose focus tryin to scope uswatch us like the rollasget in closer wanna blow usI`m the playa that don`t play no gameskeepin suckas out my rangeyou crooked to the gamefeel the fire as I flameevery verse aimed at yo brainthe pencils in yo house ain`tyou need to watch yo spouse mayneshe all in my mouth maynestarring at my goldshe creep like a mouse maynejuss thought I`d let you knowthe falsified on dimereal G`s kill `em allif you Mac`in keep it crackin like my nigga Jamalif I fallI bounce back like elasticon bastardsthrough the "Total Recall"on phony stars as we mash infor hoes, it`s hard to get at yawe down cash advancements so fresh you`ll figure fashioncrashin the carsan dismatling marksfake niggas wit no heart they get they ass ripped apartwe sharper than a needle, an I bust it wit my peopleget leathal if I hit ya wit this sleeperain`t too hard to reach yalike a teacher seat ya in a corner like a duncecuz ya known as a clone and performer of them stuntsand I`m tired of givin warnings to punksthinkin cuz we rappin, we about to frontyou be the first to see a hearst chumpI know you don`t want no funkI see you niggas shakinall up, up in this gamebut you suckas fakin.*(San Quinn talking)*Yeah. I`m doing this for my homie Kareem.It`s ya nigga San Quinn, JT an Mac Ass Mall.(Fa sho)Fa all ya`ll.Bouncin in yo trunk it`s this Yay Area bump.Yeah you know what I`m talking about.For all you niggas and you bitches.Feel the dope to this realness.For the 9-8 to the 9-9 to the year 2000.*(JT talking)*What, what?We finna put it down. We put it down.9-8, 9-9Uh9-8, 9-9The year 22-triple-0.A Figgaro-Messy Marv production.Late night in the Laboratory.Whippin it.Puttin it down as usual.Campaingin an maintainin.Oh, it`s goin down.Uh, it`s goin down.Uh, an we out.An we out.