Текст песни Popa Wu f Don Chulo - Who`s Got Game?
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[Intro: Don Chulo]Yo, Don Chulo (that nigga got a problem with the Don Chulo)Les Ness, 2 G`s (got, you heard)Flatbush, Park Side, 225 (what?)[Don Chulo]Why I feel like I been thru this before?Dйjа vu, ya still want more?Have it your way, we`ll skip the foreplayDown on all fours, guess who gettin fucked todayFucked on your royalties, fucked on your eventFucked on your deal, and this is your very last chanceSo now we gotta take it back to the streetsBy this son, you know I mean back to the heatsBack to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweatMy click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eatCome thru, tear it out, nothin but JeepsLeavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creepGame`s over, it`s a sweep, and I`m the MVPSnatchin awards and applauds on MTVNo need to wonder why y`all envy meThe Don C., now y`all see who the Don be[Chorus: Don Chulo]Yo who got game nigga? Yo what`s my name nigga?The Don Chulo, ain`t shit changeI continue to reign, but the bitch is the cocaineTake a blast of this and watch it num the brainYo who got game nigga? Yo what`s my name nigga?The Don Chulo, ain`t shit changeKnowledge to minister, Chulo the migraineKnow I return to continue my reign[Don Chulo]Yo, hold up, hold up, let`s back this shit upYou, you and you, yo pack ya shit upYo I`m pushin weight while you crackin the sit upsDon`t make you lean you hit up, till you spit upQuadriplegic, need help just to get upWhile I`m shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit upDon`t be bitter, son take it like a manTake it like the cracker did to Cherokee`s landAnd when you wake up tomorrow, I`mma still be the manI`mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the gramsStay stackin my grands, in the BenjiSmokin large amounts of censi, boy don`t tempt meTo let my clear cinque siete, spit until it`s emptyHold that, give it back, like it`s some shit you lent meDon`t take it personal, cuz this was meant to beThe best, is how they gon mention meFrom now until the end of the century[Chorus][Don Chulo]It`s that head banger shit, drug slanger shitYears of anger shit, now it`s some danger shitGot ya body divided, with no remainder shitYou can`t change the shitI`m movin so fast that you can`t aim and shitThis is my game kid, don`t you forget itIf you do it, boy, will you regret itBe somebody gets deaded, yo, I guess ya can see where this headedThe analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverendAlpha, omega, beginning, the endingSo what I reap, so I`m cheap, no borrowin or lendingCuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendinI`m the king of mi casa, with me you can`t prosperChulo dilomite doctor, fuck with no hostaBlastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yadaKeep my mind on nada but the chadda[Chorus][Outro: Don Chulo]Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggasYo this 225, Bronx style, Flatbush nigga whatBK representin, Les Ness, my nigga Self, Lady RawThe whole Flatbush Crew, BK in general the click niggaThis how we put shit down, what?