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Текст песни Ol` Dirty Bastard f Cardan, Drag-On, Jae - Move Back

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[Intro: E-Snaps]Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. BoyzAww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo[E-Snaps]You doin` what you doin`, let`s get itStarvin` and you robbin`, and you catch a nigga slippin`, best get `emHit `em where the good Lord split himIntroduce myself, go booth yourselfIn the far left lane, and I`m, hydro planedAnd I`m, slingin` my `caine, don`t care how you feelCheckin` out the truck, check the wheelsWanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grillWho but me? Muthafuckin` right, get it rightPapi of this motherfuckin` thing, truck tightRollin` with my niggaz, we ain`t lookin` for no fightsNow pop one in your head, that`s all she saidIt`s time to get head in my Mercedes-BenzChipped up and I ain`t even talkin` bout my jamsClipped up, so any nigga frontin`, gettin` bannedGive `em all ten in his chin, I`m all in[Chorus 4X: Meeno]Move back, move back, you can`t fuck with me, huhI`m from the click called N.I.B[Meeno]Next up, I believe that`s meMeeno, get it right, no descrempancyAlways keep a weapon, see, run it groundWorth of stones, nothin` less on me, why you stress on meNiggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya`ll dudes want my recipe?Here`s what ya`ll do, hit the lab, write an album or twoThen I might let you sign my shoe, that`s just how I doEverybody sayin`, boy too souped upNah, I`m just hot, plus Bentley Coup`d upWho put, you too busy holdin` the stoupe upYa`ll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe`aI`m like Juve`, I need it in my lifeGot fifty birds flyin` in, later on tonightRock and I hustle, so I get paid twiceLife is a gamble boy, roll your dice[Chorus 4X][Tony Wink]Who you know spit flows, get dough like IIn the L.A.B.`s, motherfucker, no lieHit the links I`ve seen, back in late `95Had to wait for two nine, rockin` and clickin` on both sidesOf course we gon` ride, ride over the competitionThe real has arrived, ya`ll bitch niggaz is finishedAll I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenantYour whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutesThis to them fools thinkin` they gon` catch the God slippin`I`m always on point and I`m always packin` my weaponYou see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech inI slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the recordsEither you love it or hate it, but bet you gon` respect itRainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklaceI`m what you can`t be, young, black, rich, and wrecklessIt`s the god free, and L.A.B.`s, one two, check it[Chorus 2X][Interlude: Jae Millz]Remix! Huh, yeah, it`s 101, what?You know what it is when you hear that, HarlemFix ya face or smacked in it, HarlemHarlem, right here, HarlemYou gon` stupid if you don`t bounce to this manYou gonna only look like a hater, huh-huhLenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it`s only rightThey know what it is, man, remix[Jae Millz]Move back, its no touchin` me, I`m from that place called NYCH Dub to the death, and I don`t give a fuck what party it isI`m still in the club wearin` sweats (hah)Milk ears with the money colored checkIll two step, blowin` dubs with the bestLive life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. BoyzRemix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noiseHuh, your home boy game so rawAnd I ain`t even gotta say my name no moreHaters wanna give my name to the lawBut punchin` and kickin`, to kick us all, they can blame you forMight catch me in the `Lac with SnapsOr lightin` sticky green `dro, with Wink and MeenoYou from the hood and you ain`t no coward, well me neitherAnd before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, moveback)[Drag-On]This your boy to the dashSame nigga, no talkin`, just result to the massI stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trashPeroxide my bullets, give the burners a bathThree fifty Z, burnin` the AveI`m old school, I still got the fiends burnin` the glassI pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your faceI`m a little bit too hard for the radios to playI still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verseAnd my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverseI let my tool go, ya`ll niggaz just studio killasNigga, I`mma killa in the studioI got guns that`ll hollow a wallPoint it to your jaw, make you swallow it allYa`ll niggaz want hardcore?What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?[Cardan]They ask, who`s that, that`s P-CardiAnd what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rariYou know I`m strapped, you know I`m strapped, I got the heat on meAnd what I`m wearin`, and what I`m wearin`, a long BigariThinkin` I`m Joe Clark, nigga, try to `lean on me`But if he is, like Biggie said, `he gon` bleed`Niggaz ain`t hard, niggaz heart full of creatineBut go against that, green, I go against your, brainAnd don`t fuck with me and the kid, I`ve been a daddy all my lifeNo `dro, we gon` blow that alley all day, say whatAct stupid, we gon` it crackin` here tonightGreasin`, Meen` on the front, with Snappy on my rightIf rap don`t work, nigga, we go to the kitchenThose ain`t hoes, so then you know we ain`t pimpin`I`m on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain`t slippin`Too close, hold somethin`, or now I know Cardy didn`t[Terra Blacks]And if he know, what keep me littleThink you know, I think it laterSee me, and my guns come to, just like a waiterYou up north, singin` just like Anita BakerMake up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your makerThe man that laugh last, will surely laugh harderMe have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the pranksterWith them and I for black gangster (huh, I`m from the click called N.I.B.)[Ol` Dirty Bastard]But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin` tiredBitches scatter all around me, ready to excite itAll these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin` out my mittenI`m comin` off top, my moves are unwrittenNow slitter to the snake, in the spring time witherBut strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I`m foreverWomen desirin`, jobs is hiringMoney admiring, never keep tiringRhymin` ain`t nothin`, the easiest job everAnd I`m doing mine, holdin` it togetherWhile money quadruple, from playin` the crippleDrinkin` from a titty nipple, sippin` on rippleBlunt keep on flippin`, from keep gettin` dippin`The mic I`m rippin`, the record skippin`The pussy drippin`, the wet got me slippin`The bitch I`m strippin`, I`m platinum shippin`[Chorus 4X]

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