Текст песни Mathematics f Allah Real, Angie Neil, Bu - The Problem
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Typed by: CnoEvil@CHAMBERMUSIK.Com[Chorus: Eyeslow (Angie Neil)]One cup of Henny`s, got me feeling goodTwo cup of Henny`s, got the dick on woodThree cup of Henny`s, got me stumblin`, whoadeeFour cups, yeah, now it`s a partyWork your body, jerk your bodyBut please don`t hurt nobodyWork your body, jerk your body(But please don`t hurt nobody)[Eyeslow]I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhaleExhale, while I hold my nutsI count the knot, while I fold it upI put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it upI used to be a little nigga, now I`m growin` upI`m buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutchGettin` nice on the bike, yo, I throws it upLivin` in the fast lane, I`m a soldier, what?I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the pointThat every time that I roll, it`s bucksI got the mic to the point, that every timeThat I flow, is nutsI`m livin` life, like blow a buttFour-five cigars keep niggaz rollin` upFour-five cars deep, when we rollin` upFour-five in the jeep, leave you foldin` upFour-five-six, freaks on these swollen nutsCome here, bitch, let me hold your bustTurn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya buttIt ain`t nuthin` but a g-string, babyTwo big butt cheeks going crazyI got that leak with the colder cutAnytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it`s usWe get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk[Chorus][Buddah Bless]I`m all that, and a bag of chipsI`m all that, and a four-five mag of clipsOn the strength, it`ll hit you from a block awayGot a cousin that`ll rip you out in RockawayGot a brother that`s locked away, ya`ll niggaz was hotYesterday, but you`re not todayHad rocks yesterday, you don`t got todayHad the block yesterday, where the block today?I`mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today[Chorus][Interlude: Panama P.I.]Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp rightLeft, it`s going down, right, pimp left, pimp right[Hot Flames]You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinksAnd the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get thatThrow a few lines, maybe later I can hit thatFuck `em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at?Hen` on the rocks, got me tipsyOld flame sayin` she missed me, tried to kiss meI get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit thatBefore the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip thatOpen mic got up on the stage, and I ripped thatNow I`m in the bathroom, chicks lickin` where my dick atHaters wanna kill me, all they do is grill meNiggaz that step up, get beat down quicklyPlay the wall, only if a chick there with meBeat her in the head, til the chick feel sillyThrowin` lines, like `ma, I don`t want you to blowAnd I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?`[Chorus][Panama P.I.]Bitches get pierced like belly buttonsAll my peeps and my fam in the telly fuckin`And the d`s and the feds can`t tell us nothingSo if you rollin` with the God, let`s do somethingCome on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jamWe may have a knife, but we better than famEvery time you see the Gods, they like where`s the charm?If you knock `em out the park, like Barry BondsI got a, scary pops and a scary momsAnd I fuck with the hood, til we carry armsStarted personal, and I can`t stand these dudesJust for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds[Chorus][Hook 2X: Allah Real]Step into the clubWhere there`s sex and lot of drugsAnd the thugs, they love, to, bust slugs, ohhh