Текст песни Rasaq f Chamillionaire - Time 2 Shine
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[Hook: Chamillionaire]Easy to see, when you look at meThat I`m a CCC nigga, yeah I rap nowMoving mix tapes, from city to cityBut we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack downOnly see fee`s, so you could see meGetting my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack nowEverybody has their time to shine, and now it`s mineSo step aside and stand in line(*talking*)Hold up man, Color Changin` Click in here maynChamillionaire and Rasaq`s, Ghetto StatusYou know I`m saying, we gotta get this underground moneyGotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin` ClickAnd we gon hold it down man, know I`m tal`n bout[Hook: *chopped*][Rasaq]Wanted in six states, for murdering mix tapesAnd ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist rapedPass me a melody, my rap is a felony(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that`s just jealousyIf you got hate in your blood, there`s no actual remedyBut let me ask you a question, who`s making cash them or meWhile niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they houseI`m running my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouthShattered teeth, look like it`s covered in glassMy demeanor say I`m ghetto, my mind say I`m upper-classI`m in the hood, where the guns that go blastThat bust in your ass, some niggaz don`t trust God all they trust is cashI`m where fiends with work, they don`t harass youThey just look in your soul, they don`t even got to ask youThe cops don`t pass you, nah they turn aroundAnd search your car, and see if a burner`s foundBut my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn aroundWhen they see them wheels, turn aroundSome niggaz don`t know what it takes, to make this moneyYou wanna take this money, come take it from meTake this money, leave your shirt draped and bloodyIn this jungle you gotta be a ape, don`t make me ugly[Hook][Rasaq]Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to HummerI`m a ghetto status nigga, I`m a stunnerI holla at your woman, like nigga you don`t want herUndoing her buttons, acting like I`ma give her loot but I`m frontingI usually dump em, I lose `em and bump emTo the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is nothingMy game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bagsI gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss your assGoodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is flyI`m stacking do`, but no nigga good tryI took my do`, and bet it all on meTrue a baller forward nigga, it`s all on meSometimes I feel the ghetto, just call on meTo bring me to y`all, and y`all to meMy jeans is sagging, and a wife beater downYour wife around here, nigga I might beat her downWhile she creep around, and sleep aroundHer husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her nowShh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to creep aroundAnd take a nigga to jail, if the heat is foundSo bring the speaking down