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Текст песни Masta Killa f Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - D.T.D. (Do the Dance)

Masta Killa f Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - D.T.D. (Do the Dance) слова песни

"Do that dance, grown up" - sample repeated throughout the song[Intro: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)]Turn my microphone up a little high..Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath-Party people gather round(Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeahYeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeahDo that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown upAiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo)[Masta Killa]Party people gather round, watch the God get downThe sound`s so rugged, measure the erectionIt`s raw when I`m sexin` your brainCherry cream gleen leather seats, leanGoose in the canteen, dutch leaf greenBlock of the chocolates, ship a mil`, box itMoms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kickingJewels drip in the heat --[Raekwon]Radioactive, roll that accurate, what?Roll that backward, flow went backI stand as a man, the game plan repped your nameThe greatest Fam, we play in the sandMe and Irief, Killa gangsta thievesGangsta beats, civilize, great men don`t make beliefsHaagan-Daaz, shake the streetsI`m cocained down, and I got a fire to stretch my eatsWest to East, South to North, best, the beatsRest is tef`, the Chef defeatsOrder this piece -- yo..Niggaz who ain`t real, they real when they call the police, my brothersWatch the slang, lots of lame, pop your frameAnd drop your dame, and chop your nameWe locked the game, `89 niggaz with oxxes onIn front of the building with the same thing[Interlude: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)]Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get your uh-uh-uh-uhAnd... (do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up)Look, look, huh, look, huh, party people gath-Party people gather round(Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up)[Masta Killa]Party people gather round, watch the God get downThe sound`s so rugged, measure the erectionIt`s raw when I`m sexin` your brainCherry cream gleen leather seats, leanGoose in the canteen, dutch leaf greenBlock of the chocolates, ship a mil`, box itMoms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kickingJewels drip in the heat, ribbon with a young sweetSomething in the passenger seat, ivory queenBeat got the Old Man feeling twenty threePower-U fat as a peach, I`m Chief Jay StrongbowFrom the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squallThrough the Cartier tints, I seen her from afarShe in her mink trench in her panty and braSmooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breastGas at the `hess, split it to the restUndress ya`ll, and you don`t stop, come on![Interlude: Raekwon w/ sample (Masta Killa)]Do that dance, grown up (come on)Do that dance, grown up[Ghostface Killah]Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my mirror is dieselTo scope two, so I could read youWithout a jack, there, I`m still hittin` up peopleYou were starvin` for beef, I had to feed youIt`s funny how Toney got a lot of sons aroundNice dirty crib, with a lot of guns aroundLayin` up in Cheetah`s, chillin`Treatin` niggaz like cavities, lead rocks`ll be in your fillingBosses, C.E.O.`s, head niggaz in charge`ll get whackedActors, even down to the stars, you`ll get clappedSkip back, I`m not a bullshit rapperMy gun really do go off like thatThis is Ghost, high post, get your pot roast cokedWhen the glock burst, it`s all about clockworkFuck around, and go to hell with a hot shirtI don`t go to Chinatown for my fireworksI go to Aakmei, test him for a bomb, firstMake sure he ain`t lyin`, tell on me, his eye`ll squirtGhost Deini is real, me and Killa`ll peelYour cap back, and deliver the mil`Niggaz be pullin` out, but they don`t use `emBig giant joints, they stat and lose `emThe big yellow, this shit`ll push your crew inLook you dead in your face, like "What ya`ll doing?"Ain`t killin` nothin`, so stop pursuingFuckin` with my click, you`ll just get ruinedBlowin` the weight, like breeze did brewingBy the way, who the fuck, let ya`ll fools in?

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