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Текст песни Prodigy - Can`t Complain

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{telephone ringing}Hello... hello... Yo what up, man!?!Who the fuck is this?Who the fuck it sound like, man?What the fuck you calling so early for, man!?!What the fuck time is it!?!It`s like 3 o`clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!... shit, my bad son.Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!Hurry up son, man it`s like 90 man, let`s get some hoes or something.What up, dun!?!Same ol` shit.No doubt, ain`t nothing new... .Let`s take a little spin, dun, word up.Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungsGet laced, jump in the whip, stash the gunsTwist the key, shifted to D then fleeBefore anything, get the daily dose of chokeWe got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the floatMy eye`s burnin` from the dope killin` my throatLean my seat a taste, lumbar supportOn the belt doin` 90 or moredebatin` on the latest rhyme warsWhere units don`t countBut your rap pay add up to large amountsGet my thrills puttin` other nigga`s skills to sleepCatch chills off`a infamous beatsSwing the trees doin` one-handed u`eesBlowin` on the ouwee ‘cause we can`t have the medicine canoein`There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like thatAy yo dun, hold that down and turn it aroundDirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, d`s and fatiguesT n T hopin` out of MPV`sSurprise all`a fuck out of meGot rubber Glocks pointed at meAy yo twin, what the fuck... ..[Twin]They had us layed out on the ground holdin` us downWith gats to back of our heads was goin` down“It wasn`t us that held up that bitch you got.Where`s the proof, man!? Let me speak to my attorney.”I know the routine, don`t try to throw meI been gettin` knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me... but all that told me to get in more shitay yo P`, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knockedWhat you did with that half`a tree? (right in my sock.)Yo, I hope these fuckin` dicks won`t find the stash spotDun, you know how I get down!?!Yo I`m ready to bounceDo the 100 yard-dash and tear assIf my other half was alive we woulda got killt‘Cuz dun woulda went for the guns and got illPlus I gots cracks on me, they foundt the cracks on meLooked at`em, gave`em back to meI could swore they was takin` us inThen the lady in the car said, “..that`s not them.”Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugsThey didn`t give a fuck, they was only lookin` for gunsAn` you ain`t gotta tell us twiceWe hopped in the car and slid offOn our way up-town for more of that funkP` lit the tree back upGot off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds`“Fuckit, let`s slide through the Rutgers.”Roll the windows down cuz infamous mobb bumpers... [Prodigy]... Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin`Took a walk through the park frontin`Didn`t even have to hurt nuttin`Man I love it, ain`t nothin` like summer in New YorkHear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music startsDamn, we young black entrepeneursNew York Pricks and Dicks can`t stop our flossWe like organized crime, the fuckin` MobbI`m only twenty-six playin` wit` serious cardsDead serious cash, luxurious labsLearn to balance fame with pain, you CAN`T COMPLAIN[Chinky sings X]Jus` another day livin` in the hood... Jus` another day around the way... .Feelin` good today... oh no we can`t complainJus` another day... livin` in New York... .Dealin` with the jakes and the snakes... ..Feelin` good today... .we hit`em up cuz we here to stay...

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Can`t Complain

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