Текст песни Ma$e - Into What You Say
Ma$e - Into What You Say слова песни
You know I never had time for the he say, she sayCats talk greasyI put `em on the three wayCoupes keep coming, lookin like a relayDon`t catch it now, get it on the replayI`m M.I.A., with some kid named EnriqueDon`t pump weight, don`t see the D.A.What you hear now is definitely not a clicheI ball so much, I be sold on eBayPeople thinkin `How I`m posed to love `em?`They hate whats great and I know some of `emSince 12 years old they had a poster of himKids cry, you don`t get `em close to hug `emAnd this right here is my retro flowThe price of the air gotta let ya`ll goFive guys arise when I step to the flo`Phantom style, push a button, open the do`If you rule it and you know itAnd you ain`t afraid to show itPut yo hands in the airAnd say oh yeaaahAnd if you loaded and you know itAnd you ain`t afraid to show itPut yo drink up in the air (put `em up)And say oh yeaaah (put `em up)I`m into what you say (I`m in, I`m in)I`m into what you say (Let`s work, Tell me what you say)I`m into what you say (I`m in, I`m in)I`m into what you say (Let`s work, Tell me what you say)Now how did I get so pop-a-larThe people watchin with bi-noc-a-larsEven when I`m eatin at the lobster barI come out cops wanna stop my carI move quick, I can`t lollygagJewels thick, it make my body dragI`m not just a star from the hoodBut money like this, god, gotta be goodFriends platonic, cars exoticYou name it, you know I got itFlow so melodic, sorta hypnoticYou ain`t gotta question, `Do the kid got it?`Gimme another topic, get low, wrist glowYou could even see it from the 25th rowV.A. to San Francisco, they married to this flowKeep the disco poppin like criscoHook (x1)It`s the M to the ACrooked letter, ONB to the E to the T-H-AThis here knock from the beach to the bayI vend this all way down to AustraliaYou can`t come, I`ll mail ya - a post cardOf the coast guard, for the most partPaint my picture, as clear as MozartAnd these cats got no heartOh my god, why I got to flow so hard?I`m thinkin now I`m hot-hot foreverCruisin` down a drop-drop whateverCruise down the street in a drop top CarerraThese cats here can`t stop my cheddarIn my former life did more Cris than AguileraI roll through, people wanna grab my sweaterStole a bomber so I don`t fly jets in bad weatherHook (x2)