Текст песни Mo B. Dick f KLC - Got to Get Mine
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[KLC]Say that there.Yeah, this one`s going out to all the players worldwide.Tryin to have thangs there.And I don`t know about ya`ll man but looky here.And I`m tyring to have lil` something.I ain`t depending on nobody.I`m going out there and gettin` it myself, ya dig?[Mo B. Dick]So many people are shyesty, you can`t trust no oneBack in the day we were fighting, today we`re packing gunsIt`s just like crabs in a barrel, a dog eat dog worldBrothers be killing each other, because there gone on that furlI can`t go out like a sucker by using excusesCause I`m bout making some money, vacations and cruisesThat`s why I got to get mineI got to get mineI got to get mineI got to get mine[Mo B. Dick]I want my piece of the pie, it`s the american wayThat`s why I`m constantly hustling cause I`m trying to get paidI like to ride in my Caddy like a down south hustlerAnd I keep my hand on my (ugh) for all of you bustasCause I do what I gotta do, to make a dollarIn other words it`s all about survivalAnd only the strong can surviveThey cause the days the people got to struggleBut ain`t no way because I keep a hustleAnd it always stays on my mind[KLC]I gotta do what I gotta do ahhBecause money is my cousin that why fools get played by the dozenI gotta get mine just like you have ta get yoursOn that blese for my boys when No Limit is on toursBut fool around, my beginning have ends to mePut shoes on my feet, my family have to eatNow there`s one way to do at it thereSo I go back there, now believe that thereI gotta make this money, can`t be flossin`, so don`t play me closeCause I be cruising in my inferno on the golf coastThe greed in me wants it allSo everybody strip to your drawersI want it all some one`s gonna fallIf there`s a will there`s a way to make it paper chaseBecause the color of money don`t have a raceGotta get it, every penny that you earnSo don`t get burned, I`m out, bullet ain`t over, I shall return[Mo B. Dick]Rollin` over seas pushin` eighty eight keysThis like a disease, cause I gotta have cheeseI`m rollin` on T`s and B`s, where the C`sI`m a dog, got fleas, ch-ch-ch-ch-cheezeWith the beats by the pound fool, we coming downSurround by sound, I`m represent the T town and that uptownWhere players hustle for a living, get in where you fit inLike you short off the pimpI got to get mine (Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get mine)I got to get mine (Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get mine)