Текст песни Mase f Eightball and MJG - Harlem World
Mase f Eightball and MJG - Harlem World слова песни
[MJG]No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)Nawumsaying? Something real, something you could feel (that`s right)Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy)Representing (no doubt)Put a little soul in hereAnd we don`t stop[Eightball]No one has to ask who be actin` bad Eightball and MJ pimpin` G be all up in that ass From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again Make non-rappin` weak MC`s go home practicing I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks Not sayin` I won`t pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya Have yo mama on her knees screamin` Hallelujeh Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boyMatter of fact boy, this is not a act boy The player way, keep the player makin` stacks boy [MJG]1 - Everything that I do be all about the loot I been kickin` up dust in my Polo boots Gettin` blowed on the droll, takin` smoke up my nose I give the world to a woman, but I don`t love hoes I`m a player, baby and don`t you forget You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday The player way, the player way [Mase] Now on, on, break o` dawn, can`t stop, I`m too hot Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop Me no care if the B`s be tinted, you won`t see me in it `Less there`s TV`s in it I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat You foul and if you had styles you wouldn`t get back You thinkin` you invincible, you ain`t hard to get at I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain`t gon` be with that You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at Bleedin` all crazy and don`t know where you hit at I`m dead up, niggas doin` drama better shut up, I`m fed up Know for my Roley I was set up I can`t let up, you in some shit that don`t concern you Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy Repeat 1 [Eightball]I`ve been waiting 20 minutes baby Now drop yo drawersAnd do something outstandin` with yo jawsAfter all this waitin` I can see clean through yo forehead You mo` said than done, give mo` head than some Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no If you don`t know a pimp, somebody besta tell y`all Yeah the women say it`s good to have a confidant But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man Front like they real and hold a fake in You wastin` the time Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin` Dibs on da strip with steady toes As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise Plenty money workin` for G and whoever next to me And I ain`t gonna rest till we made a statementI`m straight up you want it down? It`s time for a replacement Repeat 1