Текст песни Philly`s Most Wanted f Clipse, Fam-Lay, - Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)
Philly`s Most Wanted f Clipse, Fam-Lay, - Cocoa Leaf (No Relief) слова песни
[Pharrell in background][Pharrell]Yo, hah huh, yo tell em[Verse - Pusha T]Kard` in me, I flow too angry for someIntroduce myself I waving a gunCocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus onePop again, lay his men flee now it`s downKnown for popping four and putting cock in whoreLove expensive homes of stones with pocket doorsI fuck white whives, that drive white fivesGo to court, testify for me and tell white liesWhen I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!"22 but childish how we cop them toysSorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop itGlock and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket[Verse - Boobonic]Hey yo it`s Boobonic, tightest nigga around hereI`m next level, motherfuckers is downstairsNiggaz call me a square, when I clockCause I`m eating from four corners in one block, get it?Bottom line I`m the shit at all timesCome through in the five, grippin all dimesLet`s weigh mine to yoursI went to Vegas in `94, mind you I`m only 20Ain`t wit a whole lotta shit, just moneyI`m so paid, that`s why you niggaz so funnyX ya name, cause I`m next in the game to shineY`all faggot rappers can`t fuck wit mine[Chorus - Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x)Y`all niggaz walk wit no beliefY`all niggaz talk wit no reliefWhen you see me wit that .44 know it`s meGive up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf[Verse - Fam-Lay]Fam-Lay ain`t scared y`allLook, I swear I ain`t scaredSix shots at his mink cap, watch our shitLook the nigga bout to die and he don`t even know itI fucked wit a lotta chicks that I don`t even go atHave a suit from the coppers, the dope won`t even throw itAnd y`all never knew I`m mad cause I won`t even show itCalm demeanor, flips when I palm the ninaI`m gifted, get shit straight from ArgentinaThree vicious pimps but they moms is meanerGot big tit chicks, Lord y`all should see `emThe boss is heavy, let off cross and steadyOr even straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy[Verse - Mr. Man]In the ML 430, block crack and twist emBruce`ll fall back bitch see the solar systemHoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick suckedYou better than what? More hoes than who?Can`t na nigga ball like Mr. Man and BooGucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suitNow tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?When my block getting money, everything is fineCop two bricks, stole ride roun` nineNow I`m the shit, the clique is coolAnd we boost six hours shift, fuck schoolFuck ice, I got heat that`ll blow your cool[Chorus][Verse - Rosco P. Coldchain]Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice onLike as if Rosco wouldn`t make their brains all crispyI`m far from patient, it take something minor to push meI thought my name was self explanatory, y`all niggaz be asking for itRosco`s slang term for gun, P`s for PorterColdchain nigga I`ll take yours and sport itAnd if you pussies got something to say about thatYou can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about thatOn the spot, that moment, that second about thatI`ll pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to popHeat from the stove, oven stuffing baking your topAnd while you`re on the pavement bleeding to deathI`ll proceed to inspect - your pocketsFingers, wrists, and your neckI want the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes[Verse - Malice]When I come it`s wit 10 friends and a cross beamRed dot pulsating on his offspringFar from fiction what I kick in these flowsI`m the proud pop of them twin fo fo`sMac and nine milly, ice quite chillyI chase that paper, being broke? that`s sillyWhat`s worse than a group a niggaz wit no say?We skip to the front of the line and don`t payHis stash at the foot of the bed, you don`t sayFill his Dolce wit more holes than crochetNo deal go down wit out a gun involvedCause I`m raw like a Harley wit monkey bars[Chorus - to fade]