Текст песни Rasheed f Baby Beesh, South Park Mexican - Mac God
Rasheed f Baby Beesh, South Park Mexican - Mac God слова песни
[Rasheed]I wake up early to the sticky green on the indonesiaGive back to the day, the puff, the pint, all at my leisurePleasure and pain, give and take it`s all the sameSo many rotten forgotten up in this dirty gameI flip a solo to scope to your open pupilsStated neutral, weeded up from the indo strupalsThey bust they pistols at my click but they missSo being that this is ghetto treason, g`s up in this hatin seasonThrough all this anonmosity I keep it playalisticLay your balistic, how to make it and I get it twistedYou repo what you sold, but if you keep it low proNo pis-tol, you bound to gain the heat broApropriate buisness, associates is a mustJust don`t get stuck in the dust, and never have no trustLust them, never love a hoe, leave em when they payLooks can be decieving, please believe everything I say[Chorus x2]Gotta get your game and paper rightThe Mac God yoStay on your toes all day and nightAnd then he saidAnd never ever love a hoeThe Mac God yoWatch for the state and the federalAnd then he said[Baby Beesh]Well I woke up with tears in my eyesI knew I was finna be player baptisedHe led me to the path blessing me with holy waterThen he introduced me to his fluffy green daughterHer name was Mary Jane, very same girl I met when I was tenBut I never let her in cuz I wasn`t ready thenBut now your boy`s a player prophetMac God you been so graciousYou tightened up my laces then you dealt me those four aces[South Park Mexican]It was all crystal clear like vodkaI knew she was my girl since then first day I robbed herEighty seven elbows, sell those, share holds like MelroseCell phones be ringing in my stingin, who the hell knowsBring those pop, shoo-be-do-wop like hot leadCuz I`m a pothead, I`ll quit when I drop deadPop said I ran him out the crib when I was threeI been a g since the third day that me eyes began to see[Chorus x2][Rasheed]Livin life in the world of a pirahnaGoin through drama with baby mamaKeepin a player persona, listenin to them old timersCriminal grimer, cervesa ain`t as good as bomberHey no need to rush young g, go ahead and take a commaYou gots to whirl up in your hands with some marijuanaDon`t worry bout mama, just keep your focus on your dollarsDon`t be so quick to judge what we doCuz everyday them haters are just waitin to hit youAnd I wont even mention you gots the killers on a regular basisSmiling faces, at the same time ploting on giving you casesYou wanna roll through there all with your ladyBut regardless you still gotta raise the babiesAnd I`ma be the first one to tell you not to love these hoesBut love your mama, and the though Lord knowsAnd actually women be hounding me from state to stateGuess thats part of the being platinum player paid[Chorus x2]