Текст песни Rappin` 4-Tay - I Paid My Dues
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Testing one, two, three, fourRappin 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-sixWest up, let`s do thisYeah Four, you done finally got that parole-CALLYeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, manI understand that Four, but a lot of people don`t knowwhat you`ve done been through bro`Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, manI`ve been from hell and back, you know FrankBut what`s gon` have to do is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestringOk, like this here...[Rappin` 4-Tay]Allow me to take you back down memory laneWhen a player was so young in this rap gameYeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker outBecause moms wouldn`t about to let you in the houseYeah, we had to throw em` in the daysDidn`t have glock, never seen a twelve gaugeWasn`t no banging n` gang affiliated deathsBrother had to go to school in the days to get a repAlways wanted to bust a gang of these rapsAnd be the first player to put Frisco on the mapSo add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new yearI`ma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the earShit, I even caught the San Quinton bluesUsed to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my duesChorus:I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walkWhat up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what![Rappin` 4-Tay]Im from the west but I don`t ride the saddleUsed to do a lot of battle, but you money are make your trunk rattleEver since the solar system, boys clubbing house partiesRap contests at Booker T`S, man it was everybodysnatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way homeOnce me and O` hit the jets, man we was goneUp the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we`re we prctice atWe didn`t have a studio so man we had to work with thatNo reel to reels, no mic, just the radioPaper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghettoTrying to pursue my dream, trying to make things rightI posted up at other people`s shows begging to get the micI was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headlinersThey pushed me to the left, I said alright, that`s coolNow you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my duesChorus:I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walkWhat up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! [Rappin` 4-Tay]The difference is you`re talking about the game you see I`m living inAnd all my folks R.I.P, I`LL see you in a minuteBefore I cut I gots to shock it cause I`m still pissedFor my mistakes, court dates and the time I missedA lot of deputies in correctional facilitiesI kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin meFrom bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top tenBet you never though I be the entertainer of the yearBut why not, cause I`ve got, what it takes to representCrowd could be a hundred thousand, I`m never hesitantJust ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beatThem funky instrumentals kept me of the streetsThey kept me motivated, I was always underratedI bet my real folks wasn`t surprised when I made itPlus I gave them digits back to the parole boardSo now I`m cool, I`d been paid my duesChorus:I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walkWhat up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what!