Текст песни Ol` Dirty Bastard f Mack 10, Royal Flush - Caught Up
Ol` Dirty Bastard f Mack 10, Royal Flush - Caught Up слова песни
[Chorus: sample]Some people get caught upSome try and get rolled upSome people... (x9)[Ol` Dirty Bastard]Ol` Dirty kickin` your ass..The things that you learnt in class is trashYou can`t do nothin` wit` it, I put you in the pastYou broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck upI do it `til you bad luck and head gets pluckedThe only thing on your brain is to give me this cashStay out of my business `cause I`m takin` your tashThis struggle on the ming, non of y`all bringI got y`all in.. flavouringChorus x2[Mack 10]I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass copI`m a burst that, it`s dealin`, the hustle don`t stopI got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weedMeth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speedPay it high wid, dope is all I got to giveI`m a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I liveGot money, lock `em off, fuckers still I got dramaGot two strike dog and five baby mamasWith new strain I maintain, I`m ready and willin`to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin`I hate it but it ain`t complicated, it`s real simpleFuck with me and know you get a hole in your templeI ain`t gonna play you niggas, I`ma slay you niggasDon`t take but a few figures and a few new triggersMack 10 livin` legend, every West coast rhymin`Straight hoo bangin` gangsta and all rhymin` sodom, it`s badChorus x2[Royal Flush]Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mindDealin` with crime, alot of y`all dealin` wid rhymesStuck on the grind, crackheads cookin` my piesStartin` off on the 1-2-5, the block`s mineBucket the spine, DH tryna tap my lineStop my producitons, wanna know my money discussionsWho I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin` of my dick"It didn`t matter when I ain`t have shitThey done watch me in helicopters, parklin` in my cribAll I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bidFeel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my onesDidn`t sell drugs, where the money come from?No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck thatDo what I do to make my shit trueAnd I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats chargesIf I go to jail you know I`m blowin` on the SergeantsChorus x5