Текст песни Mase - Minute Man, слова песни Mase

Текст песни Mase - Minute Man

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[mase]Uh, uh, uh, yoHarlem world gon make me richHarlem world gon take your bitchHarlem world is the place to beThis m-a-dollar sign-e[stase]Yo, hold up keep it steadyYall chicks aint really readyYall sweating stase alreadyAnd I aint pushing a chevyI aint even lyin, I aint even signPeople want my backYo, whats up with that? See, running out the mouth gon get your face slappedTell me do you like what you seeIs it tight as could be? No, mase aint writing for meAnd I have no desire to beOr have fake chicks rhyme wit meUhh, you aint my man, you aint down wit meYou aint certified harlem world get from round meAnd mase my big brother thats why you surround meYou could drop me off the same place you found meCuz it wont be long before you have to crown meIf Im chicken, Im jerk chicken and were flickinAnd men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? 1 - i hate the ones that dont suck no (ow)I hate the ones who date them dumb chicksI hate the ones who wanna get you for your doughWanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the lowI hate the ones that dont suck no (ow)I hate the ones who date them dumb chicksI hate the ones who wanna get you for your doughWanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the low[loon]Yo, its only right that you hold me tightEven though we fight, because the dough be likeWhen the dough be rightYou know we havin a ballSippin on cristall and allChicks smile and allYo dealing wit fishkill and oilIce on the wrist dial and allBut nevertheless, boo there was never a testThat stopped me from loving you bestIm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighsDefinitely your lips and eyesThem chicks can slideThey tryin to be all in the mixYour girlfriend ballin a 6, and holdin my tipBut boo, theres only room for 2Until I get the coupe for youYou know how I doAnd then you could scoop your crewAnd do what you wants to doRepeat 1[naughty]Naughty, naughty, naughtyI went from cradle to crawlin, to a strollerWay I was strollin and hopin when I get olderThat I be holyKicks to camp *** floatin with naughtA boat and a yachtWas all that I was hopin to rockAs a young kid stacked and eventually learnedThat money was made for thatNever meant to be burnedWhy lets all get thisUsing that i murder you faceI be the youngest nigga pushin a convertible eightBut thought *** to that they gon taste this ***Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dickWhen I die theyll be a headstone big as a ***And a pack of fifty redbones diggin me upFor the fact, played it backAnd Im tryin to see me, a house and six floorsAnd peranhas a weekGot a spouse, deep throats while Im tryin to sleepLookin out for b-4s every diamond creek[huddy combs]But you slow money, cuz its better than no moneyI only crap out when I play with your moneyYou know huddy, still sittin on old moneyI only hang wit mase cuz he keeps them hoes for meKick a little bit, but yo Im no dummyYour girl love me, so you keeping your girl from meAnd tellin lies, gettin caught in different ridesWit different guys, stay different in different pops, whatRepeat 1 until fade

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