Текст песни Mack 10 - Steady Griding
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[Verse 1: Baby]Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo` sixBut I`m the bird man nigga, need to score some shitI need a warehouse full, with pets, ridersand bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy HoodMy Lil` Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goodsShe gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the woodThe beauty shop stay poppin`, cause this zones keep rockinAnd my phone keep plunckin`, cause these hoez keep jockinJust bought a new six with bra-less kitPut me on the floor two nines in my hipThe reason the drought is cause the feds done bust` my shipGot a crew of head busters that will split your shitGot a old and young bitch that`ll take that trickHit the streets, with that work 400 a zipGave my nigga ???? car go break them bricksGo flood that magnoila cause I want that bitchKC take this glock, make will of the spotTanto, Tito and Wap ya`ll hug the blockAnd we gon tell the police, this this where money be clockedAnd they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop[Hook: Juvenile & Lil` Wayne][Juve]You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirtyYou could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve itAnd I keep it real, and I play the fieldAnd I know when to deal, and I know when to kill[Wayne]And I flip the guns, when I collect the fundsAnd I make all the ones, and I can play the drumsYou could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundlesYou could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer[Verse 2: Turk]Look Nigga know that I got that workSo he plottin` and watchin` try to see when I`m goneSo he could break in my housinI`m a bake a cake for `im, make `im think I`m out of townI know he`s here hustlin` I want my monkey talkin loud tellin` my roundI`ll be there pick me up from the portOn my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I`m goin to scoreProbably get a lil` dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for abaghalf a gram for 100This nigga just don`t knowI`m on top of my gameShould have keep it to himself but instead he told ElaineThat I`ma get that nigga TurkSo I got to bust his brainsCause if I let that nigga slide than he gon` try to do it againSo I gotta handle that mindget rid of the bitch quickBust him up fast throw him in a lake and spiltJack who, take what, from who, not meGet a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streetsHook[Verse 3: Mack 10]From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin` Sherm smokin, crack, sellin`Blood and Cripp walkinMack One-0`s the name niggaHustlin` is my thang nigga CMR and West SideWho Bang is the game niggaRecognize a G in me, off top we wig-splittersYoung and Thuggin` like Turk and them head bustin` niggas check itI like the funk and shoot first is what they tell meAnd no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail meI fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricksKnown and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chickCause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss priceAnd I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twiceI`m reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggasU know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggasMack stay cockin` low, and down to ride for the causeWe keep it crackin` from Crenshaw to the Mardi grasChicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung relatedI`m a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braidedFrom the feet up G`d up is my everyday behaviorA million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor`sThe fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sightGotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every nightMack is to much of a riderI could never be a suckerI`ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfuckerHook