Текст песни Mike Jones f Tum Tum, Paul Wall, Magnifi - Perfect Team Pt. 3
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[Mike Jones]It`s Mike Jones, back on the trackI pack a gat, when I`m in the `lacI wreck a track, title wackTo make sho` my paper stackIf I don`t grind, then I don`t shineIf I don`t shine, I get left behindI hit the block, stack a knotAnd shake the spot for one timeI keep my business on the lo-lo`Cause haters snitch and tell the po-poI ride solo in my 4-doCaren colored coated VolvoI wreck the mic everywhere I goMy name heard everywhere I goYou tryed to deny but I know you knowYou tryed to deny but I know you knowIf you wanna get me for a showOr get me to feature on a flowHit 281-330-8004If you wanna get me for a showOr get me to feature on a flowHit 281-330-8004[Tum-Tum]Swang the Pacific in the DSR boatI flip a lil, see these stacks and c-notesSo I`m puttin` diamonds all in ya facePut on ya shades, VVS`s gone glare in ya faceI rock the mic but I wasn`t on toolsI eat at places where they call me MizzuSit at the table can`t read the menuStop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continueTony Montana style, with a slit in my browsSee big rocks on the watch, five thou bling-bloawCall me Tum-T, I`m big homie with the rocksLook at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watchTum-T, hood boss, O.G. out the 3You would think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On MeYeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was JonesYou lookin` at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the throne[Paul Wall]When you see me on the block, I`m on my grind (I`m on my grind)And when I`m ducked off in the trap it`s hustle time (It`s hustle time)I`m bout my paper, bout my cash, I`m bout that green (Bout that green)I never roll, I`ma soldier, I`ll take one for the teamPaul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cashGotta get up off my ass, cause time fly`s fastOpportunities past but I`m still the same ol` G (Same ol` G)Reebok`s and white-t`s, I`m still the same ol` me (Same ol` me)When you see me at the club, I`m at the bar (I`m at the bar)And if a gal all in my mix then she a star (She a star)Pretty face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shapebut she don`t want me, she just boppin` off my car (Off my car)I`ma player, I`ma hustler, I`ma mac (I`ma mac)Candy paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)Paint drippin` kinda damp, Paul Wall the people`s champI wonder what them haters think about that (`Bout that)[Magnificent]I`ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseysBust a flow and make hoe`s say "Have Mercy"Like uncle jessie, my trunk is messyFrom throwin` haters in it, I`m in a Navigator tintedMy rims spinnin`, when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggleWhip is little, candy paint look like little skittlesI`m in Dallas on that 635I get brain from 6:30 til 6:35Make them hoes go-liveNew 4`s buck-highMake them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighsAfter I nut it`s like fuck them boppersPull-up, new Maybach truck on choppersGlad that I made it, it`s never been fun of the struggle`Cause these chips on my shoulders ain`t Funyons or RufflesNigga, it`s Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat BFuck it man Perfect Team Part 3Nigga