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Текст песни Rosco P. Coldchain f Pharrell Williams ( - Delinquent 12"

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* send corrections to the typist(Repeat through intro)Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak[Intro: Pharrell Williams]Lord I`ve seen so many thingsThat make me wonder whyBut if the Fettaralis comes to take my lifeJust give me the wings to flyAnd I`ll say, to myself, yeahWhat a wonderful..[Rosco P. Coldchain]Well well well, why don`t you you roll your window downI want you to see this[Chorus][PW:] When a nigga is delinquent with cash in hand Even if it`s just a couple of grams[RC:] Nigga do what I do, nigga drop that motherfucker Pop that motherfucker![Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain]I done squeezed more guns than Charleton HestonAnd if you niggaz mouths persist to run on, I`m a continue to step onEvery limb on, every inch of yo bodyYou better hope the outlaw better never go brokeYou fuck around you be the one being smacked around wit a gunNo joke slick, I`ll shoot your papa and tie your mama upWhoop out an eight and pull out a straight, bitch take a hit of this cokeNow, I advise you niggaz to chillMy percentile rises in the battle fieldYour gangsta rating declining when it`s time to killYou rewindin, is it Rosco`s rounds you feel?Your eyes blinded, not from the ice but the light from my steelYa`ll niggaz never seen real breadThe Stroheman type that buy car, brickHome and bikes, all at the same time I haven`t eitherBasically what I`m saying I`ll jam you, one Desert EagleUhh, coat change Jack![Chorus] (2x)[Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain]Why did the dickhead cross the road?Man I hit `em with a 12 gaugeAnd I didn`t give him a chance to reloadThat`s what inexperienced gangstas get for playing a roleYou hatin on my dough?Look now there goes an angel taking your soulFuck you, your fun, and your 4.6I can push a renter, peel `em wit guns and still be the shitIt`ll be nice to be rich, but I`d rather be well offA half a pile raw, house in ConshohockenIn a rimmed Impala I roll with thugs and thievesNot the petty kind but the ones that`ll make you get on your kneesAnd pursaude you with their thundering poundTo give up your valuables or they gunning you downI wanna leave the pullitzers even though you cooperatedThey still letting off roundsNow in your own matter you drownGreed and insanity drove me to start killing you clowns41 caliber slugs stuck in your bladder nowClipse, Rosco P. - we platinum bound[Chorus] (2x)[Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain]You niggaz would love to see me goneIn a plastic bag ligaments tornBut bitch I pop more niggaz than I pop PerkisetsThump on you so hard I`ll make it seem likeEven if you were strapped your hammer just ain`t working rightBullets coming in flurries, fiends coming in a hurryAt a quarter to four in the morning, knocking at my crackhouse doorNeighbors waking up yawning, secretly calling the policeDraw`n, and that fact I`m ignorinLike I`m not running a 24-Hour drugstoreLike I ain`t got enough guns to take on an armed forceRemmington will leave ya mind simmeringIn a fine blood sauce when I`m pissed offWhich is all the time so you better get lostI ain`t got a fine lineThese slugs will leave ya twitching like a schitz` and smoke his jawYou dealing with a repeat felonerIf we can`t see eye to eye, I`m a sea level yaAnd I mean that, deado[Chorus]

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