Текст песни Medina Green f Mos Def - Fa-La-Lashe
Medina Green f Mos Def - Fa-La-Lashe слова песни
Cash:It be the God Magnetic no time for mic checksYou know the s-t when the Green`s on the setThis suck this respect respectStep up in the kitchen get fried like frittersGreen sound be the best thing since a babysitterThe fam formulate like Morgan-Stan-Dean-WitterYo Mos, stop playing with me man, drop that...Sit back and take a pull but take the tape off pauseWe bout to take you to the green so why don`t you hop aboardThoughts collide make heads bob like something deliciousDon`t even blink for a sec cause we`ll catch you sleepingCash:Stressed out, stopped hanging out with them cats on the cornernow they got me staked out, checking out the cars I hop outLexus, the Cherokee, fresh fades occupy the dome pieceThe leather seat exceals the coushion in the rental I`m pushingAnd like the club maybe one day lock this rap shit downBut for now I drink cheap beers, the St. IdesA dollar fifty nine for free, I write rhymes to leviate the hard timesAnd do what I`m best atTo hear my voice on a track is like a treatEven though you`re not supposed toLate night eating me like a Kit-KatMy sugar words put bumps on your faceWhile brothers` first album be the raw shitand the second one be laced with bullshitBut watch me this understanding seeWho like to snatch shows and ice skate(?), it must beThe currency they ascertain that makes them forgetAbout the times when they were broke and used to feel painThe back of my Tims-Is run-down like criminals names on computers in the precinctAin`t no white man on the street innocentThough it`s my duty to teach civilization from HatiansTo Jamaicans to cavemen down to childrenTo them brothers out there on the corner schemingWe got the dap too, where we living we ain`t leavingDCQ:What the D-D the E-E the A-A the LLast time in a battle yo a lion got his eye swellIsn`t it the ultimateTo press play, spark a spliff, and get the John lickedI`m in love with LeShay, she on some other shitShe don`t understand ghettos, why the guns spitThe cause, the trials, the tribulationsThe man, woman, child builds a foundationI be the hunter in the woods with the patienceWith plans to get all chubby in the faceThe Green, we stay lacedWith knowledge, wisdom, understanding,Food, clothing, and shelterKeep a G above water in this Babylon swelterAnd if you ain`t got you better getAin`t no bread on the table, so how the hell you tired?And if you ain`t got you better getAnd if you ain`t hot you better get litAnd if you ain`t got you better getAnd if you ain`t hot you better get litMos Def:Say what say whatI`m on a roll with itCatch a vibe and then go with itOriginal, so the biters can`t prohibitThe way I flow with itIs too swift for the slow wittedCrisp from top to below with itI go get it cause it`s here to be gotI`m Medina bring all Greens so there ain`t no stoppin`No traffic, no static, flow maticGet on the mic and just go at itThe pure pro at itYour sip Mo status don`t matterYou can still get your hopes shatteredYou think it won`t happenReality yields to no magicStep outta zone and get your bones crackenI carry poems that canGet into chubby`s(?) ass like Joe JacksonAnd leave the bubble-headed fall flat andLive or closed captionThese other cats are getting no actionMedina scream it to the top stop your balls acting(?)