Текст песни Planet Asia f Obi 1, Phoof, Qubic, Shake - School Yard Riders
Planet Asia f Obi 1, Phoof, Qubic, Shake - School Yard Riders слова песни
[Planet Asia]Yard Members, School Yard Riders namsayin?Bring it back to this real shit (Hey, we recordin?)(Our block, our block) (We`re about to ride on you suckas)(You know who y`all is and you know what you done, right?)Westside (We about to bring it) (Let me tell you something, let me tell you something)[Shake]I ain`t takin lip from nobodyYou better respect this game before you feel the shottyI gave you the game and didn`t tell nobody you got pissedYou got scared of the accomplishments, it`s politicsIt`s game plus plus, player ain`t no stoppin thisWhen I`m poppin this, droppin thisI`ve been a fool since my teens, chasin paper wit my dreamsBig Cali things, big baller things is what I want but IHave not, a baby knot is what I foldBut when I flow to the beat, they say "Shake sounds sweet"We make you turn it up, while you burnin on the saxWe had to sho` you up, and put Fresno on the mapNow we sowed it up, now you haters hate backWhile I keep it movin, showing and provin my craftI been told by my older folks good niggas finish ?Right before I roll wit drug dealers and thug niggasAnd bitches who trap niggas for they skrillaI used to be humble but life is makin me a killa[Qubic]Yo, now check this, see I be lookin at the positiveSee where your logic isHow I be choppin is to get you something to chewAnd take my messages and let em lodge in your piper wearWe block hustlin, spot rushin, feather rufflinIn the cuts again wit cats full of corruptionBut it`s from our folks, expressin all our ways to the customG-affiliate, supremely illustratedLike supreme troop statedNiggas be in court testifying like the plaintiffI came here to bring the pain inEscortin MC`s out like the bailiff in this real life containmentPotential I`m tryin to reach it from my Day`s InnWit the earth gettin hot enough to dry weak jeans just like raisinsAll I`m thinkin about is havin my paperHot as fuck ?, a muderers, thugs, and rapersHustlers and players, and average Joe`s all havin they scratchIn the same neighborhood where I max, now figure that[Phoof]Now this goes to all move-fakers and bullshittersGets caught in the Breeze, steppin to these Yard ? slittersBuck fifty wit the razor blade, buck down when the pistol`s sprayedWhen I put, the guns away niggas done advance to hand grenadesFully penetratin when in situations, mind over matterStraight love you wit the steel ? when shit splatterMake my way, through the back cuz I attack wit the macMilitant pussy-bwoy dan wan test, me got dem nine killerSo Sim-Seema, Who Got the Keys to the CutlassAnd let em know when we bust Ain`t no justice, it`s just us[Obi 1]We got the hot wax, polish number five ChannelThe School Yard Riders indentify yourselfRap race contested for the great hurdle, radioPromotional guest appearance, calculate the ratiosO-1 on Planet As, third rock from the sun lightRound up hard hitters front line strateg gun fightBitches retreat, can`t sleep we`d rather club hopTrendsetters fuck fools like Krush Groove dub rocksLocated on the fresh coast, nationwide bus passStreet sweep, analyst bring the dutch panMusical sounds got the crew wanted in five statesBook Royal Carribean, who ready to migrate?Cali finest side-winders, it`s a everyday scamYour everyday man couldn`t duplicate the getaway planFive finger discount, rob America blindRob smartest con artists, ?in here? to crimeFanatik beat smugglin, the Oakland grade A shitMe and Kemet and Qubic throw niggas off the Bay BridgeYou know how it`s that Yard shit, that hard shitOur stage show made yo` other artist look garbage[Planet Asia]Discrete, I delete fleets to retreat speechServin a twenty-five-to-life on this concrete streetI`m in the driver`s seat, tacked out, act outWhoever`s liver than me, come forth and I`ma blow your fuckin back outAiyyo, I be havin rap blackouts, I set the traps outThrough the underground tunnels, Planet Asia takes the back routesThe power forward crash you boards just like StackhouseThe S-Y rhymers, due to the death time shinersA bunch of test-tide rhymers, into the left you can find usNigga, ain`t nobody tighter than the School Yard Riders*bragging and boasting to the end*