Текст песни Natas - Godlike
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* send corrections to the typist[Esham]when will I see your face again? Butwhen I got my pistol in my hand .causeyou the one that`s waitin on meyou the one that`s hatin on meyou the one ___?___ on meyou the one forsakin on me[TNT]Well uh, can you rock that shit?(I can rock that shit)This how they rock that shit(That`s how they rock that shit?)Well how you rock that shit?(I rock my shit like this)This how we rock OUR shit(Lemme rock that bitch.)[Mastamind]I`ma rock that, drop that, pop that balloonYour head is too big for your shoulders, boomIt`s over, it ain`t good to know yadon`t make me search the whole fuckin hood for yacan`t even hide out, rats can`t escape the trapdon`t make us wild out with bats and gats on fake macksthey all see-thruDon`t let Themindzi peep youGettin exposed with some ho`s it ain`t nothin to be foolIt`s on now foreverI ain`t foolin with yaI die neverI`m in your future niggaAll y`all can get it dawg fuck who`s with yaThat`s the game, there`s a winner and a loser, nigga..[Esham]How can I make you understand?How can I kill another man?Blood`s on my hands, Ballerz envyI see the animosity....In your eyesEnemies pray for my demiseI`m gonna fly into the skiesAnd when I die the sun will rise[TNT]Yo, I rock that shitwhether that rap shit or crack shitmaster that shit, serve that shit, rawnever whip my shit with a Blood or CripBG`s or GD`s, vice lords just rock that shit for megang bang or crack slang do your thangWhatever it is just let your nuts hang![Esham]Swerve with me smoke some herb with meGet shot up in a Suburban with me, die superb with meAnd that`s how real it`d be when you rollin through my cityWith me cauze niggaz be straight-up hatin on mea G` I`m never fakin to beGet some cociana flake and bake a cookie with meBake a cookie with meBake a cookie with meGet some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me[TNT]I rock that Acid Rap shitThat quick-to-bust-a-cap shitThat get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up shitQuick bitch, I rock that shit hardBut I don`t need no fuckin guitarNo weapon neededI`ll run you over in my exotic sports car, ghetto superstarUnderground mastaWhen I`m finished whooping on your ass"do you know who did this to you?" is all they fuckin ask ya!