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Текст песни Popa Wu f La the Darkman - How it Goes

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[Intro: La the Darkman]Yo, yo, yo (5X)Yeah, yeah, La the Darkman8th Wonder, top of the world, niggaYeah, sing sing, peach playin ass niggasKillas, yeahUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhUh huh, yeah[Chorus: La the Darkman]In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goesSmoke La, pack guns, plot up in my foesAnd Range Rovs, rockin jewels, artica folds2000, it`s still throw holes in clothes[La the Darkman]You niggas lame, real game, recognize gameSome get hed, my dick long, I get brainWhen I was broke, smoke weed on the trainNow puff in the GS4, dead float like a planePlatinum watch and platinum chainFour pound plastic glock, how dogs get trainedJackets get stained, shirts get stained, jewels get stainedBy a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fameTombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rainOld folks say cracks the blame, while they act insaneAnd pack the game, cock and aim, blow out ya brainJump in the Range, back to the grain, it`s Wu-TangAin`t shit change, but gettin rich, bitch to bitchWhips to switch, new outfits for new out hitsI`m raw like no condom, fuckin a whoreOn some real shit, takin ya faggots to warBack in S.O.`s, how we smack on dress holdsAt The Tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundlesIt`s 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsinMy killas blood thirsty outta project housingThe body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kidsMy crew from BK, wild out like Gotti KidFuck Guliani bids, and consequencesI`m hoppin fences, jumped them bencesD.T.`s missin in these trenchesI wear all black, black gatsOnly thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crackMy money`s green, my weed`s real green, my Lex is greenI won`t wait, on a mic or a triple beamMy heart like Spike Lee tell me "Do The Right Thing"Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take creamPussy, I`m real, from Bronxville to BrownsvilleQueens, to Manhattan, L.I. back to StatenI murder you...[Chorus 2X][La the Darkman]For the new millenium, I wanna be pushin a new MilleniumWith bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of themMy bitches mad femenime, suckin dick like Kim and `emTake `em to the condo, constantly bended themI`m rusty, for faggot niggas that wanna bust meTrust me, I only run with wolves, you can`t touch mePlus me, knowledge I got, just can`t explainStreet value, worth 50 pounds of cocaineI reign like a bullet comin from John WayneBlack male, society failed to obtainI got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chainsMy wounds paint a picture, the cassette`s the frameI`m iller than one nigga tryin to rob a whole trainLook at America thru the eyes of Saddam HusseinIf a slut wanna fuck, me and my niggas, weren`t traininIt`s 2000, but in the hood, shit`s the same, nigga[Chorus 2X][Outro: La the Darkman]Trapacanti, the streets for realTrapacanti, TrapacantiLa Trapacanti

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