Текст песни MC Eiht - Who`s Tha Man, слова песни MC Eiht

Текст песни MC Eiht - Who`s Tha Man

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GeahHey (c`mon)To the full degree (c`mon, geah check it out)(check it out)We `bout itGettin` that paperWe `bout itCheck it outFederalies gaffling up so keep it tightThese songs to do wrong so fuck being rightLate nite hype`s the fiendsNobody serves `em better to the letterWe gets the chedderTo the way back daysWhere the Half Ounce laysGun tucked by the nutsAs the one time strutsGets my bail on cause I ain`t tryin` to get caught around hereBe another nigger locked up for the next 10 yearsNo Shapiro, no ?Sapino?, big bambinoRoulette spends 20 G`s in the casinoHits the blackjack decked in Armani(In a 9-6-5 I`m Clyde, my bitch is Bonnie)Too sweetBetter yet too clean, pickin` the paperTakin` you there like the Staples, but they ain`t catchin` no vaporsYou can`t see me, nobody I trustOnly the Half Ounce smokers get no cheese like usI said do you got paper?Check it outI said we got paper, no doubt uhGet your scrilla anyway you canFloss around town, bitch who`s the man...To the daysWhen I used to keeps my stash in the bushNowadays be clientele with parents that pushIn my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straightOk, who gots the pick-up? Bitch touch down at 8My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringingIt`s payday, ho`s know, that`s why they start singingDollar bills y`allAnd me throwing away pleasFools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on treesAin`t no government given away free cheeseAnd the bitch going through anything that floss on these D`sBetter watch out cause they might have you straight to your kneesHave a nigga stretched out to the first degreeNot me - drivin` planes to big yachtsIt`s getting kinda hectic, I`m shaking the spotChill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that`s downMarried to this mobChorus...Money don`t come easy24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ?hand off?No bitches ever ran offWith my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of Tecs to unloadMy perils bring paradiseWest Side till I die, uhPocket full of iceNo Vice SquadsHo`s stillWalks the boulevardsPimp scenes, Mac Mall and Willie GreenGot a feather in my black hat nobody can`t touchPaper pretty much that`s with Starsky & HutchGive me the fed timeLocked away won`t be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal lifeHard timesNo way out, better surrenderBut I got clout to stay out till next SeptemberD.A. I`ll pay-pay fly awayTo another country that won`t extradite my stayMe and a little senorita by the bayPounds of yay` Mr. Tony ?ole?And ain`t nobody got paper like thisGeahChorus...Half Ounce in the houseHalf Ounce in your mouthAnd ain`t nobody got paper like thisGeah

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Who`s Tha Man

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