Текст песни Ras Kass - Get at Me, слова песни Ras Kass

Текст песни Ras Kass - Get at Me

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Damn nigga, what`s wrong wit you[Ras Kass](I reign) I reign more cop than JohnnySippin` tanquery with o.j.Sportin` bruno maliNot guilty but filthySmellin` like Chritstian DiorInfiniti QX4, gimme yoursOf course, sinninSwimmin` in the abdomen of pretty womenLove to love ya, like TimbalandWhen in the endinLike three strikes in the ninth inningI rock satin boxers, cotton socks and denimThe game he kick, special teams couldn`t returnGot you wild like a texturizerBurn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyserSosa, kosher, nostra, like keyserAnd got a thing for rehabilitating hood-ratsWho keep their hair and nails doneAnd they legs waxed I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homieLove a friend, my sentiments exactlyGet at mechorus [Karida Johnson]I like your style, can we kick it, oh wowBaby, so you can get at me[Ras Kass] I got no game, It`s just the women Understand my storyI got a man, but we can still be friends So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay, babyVerse TwoSome things make you happy just to be aliveLike seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibeDrive, like hitting two-twenty-five In the pin with no spotI survive drama and then know when to lick shotsKeep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotchNever brought sand to the beachCause these streets is baywatch (true)You know how we do Satin lingerie I see throughNow she barely even kiss you Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)Your chicken-head wife was poultry Undersexed and sultry That`s the rhyme and reason why we committed adulteryI swear, womens love from bel-air to welfareChalkin` up these frequent flyer miles on Con-Air Her momma shoulda named her CasinoShe got the liquor in the frontPoke her in the rearchorusVerse ThreeYou know my steez thoughDark skin and creole, I`m `bout itJust without the Master P doughBut see though, my tax bracket decent and increasinMake no mistake You cant get a slice if you don`t bake the cakeTo reverse trick My silly ex-bitch transport brick For twenty percent - commissionShe dressed up with no where to goWhile I`m blowin up your dress like Marilyn MonroeFor show, at my girl party, flowinBut I think she caught me like a naziNow I`m servin`, she got me under surveilenceLike John Gotti, now I`m signin` on the lowActin` straight IlluminatiDon`t get mad, I`m only being honest It`s Clarence Thomas (fuck you Ras)You promiseThen freak me, slightly below the hipsAnd blow me a kiss with your pussy lipsGet at mechorusGet at me_________________________________________________________DO YOU YAHOO!?Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com

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Get at Me

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