Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" f Cha Cha - Running
Royce Da 5`9" f Cha Cha - Running слова песни
[Royce Da 5`9"] + (Cha Cha)(Stick up, stick up) Gangs `til we play brainsWe pick up (pick up) when them thangs sprayThis how it goes down in the hood that you can`t stayI`ll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same dayCan you meet her?I`m talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-literWhatever you choose, especially youDefinitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fireThinkin that I`m fittin to retire? {"BITCH, you a liar!"}Ah-hah! The home of the willest, I`m only the illestI only`ll steal it, phony-est niggaz`ll feel it, c`mon widditBut when the battle is throughIt`s all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena, I`m on the panel, tooSpit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feetStained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin(And recognize) You MC`s, nothin; you leave with nothin(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on – I hear somebody comin{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?"} 5-9![Chorus]Can`t keep comin around me babyMake my girls say (OHHHH!)Can`t keep running awayyyyGive it to me now (RUN)[Interlude: Cha Cha]You can`t leave, you can`t breathe, you can`t sleepHearts beat`s goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!(It`s like) Precious comin, can`t turn your back from itAnd your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!See deep, see the world from beneathAnd all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!)[Royce Da 5`9"] + (Cha Cha)Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for funI`m COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!)Yeah, what nigga man, you better be du-du-d-dumbYou better stutter, you better SAY I`m th-th-th-the oneCause I`m the, rap oxy moron, feel that?Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracksLadies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!)And it`s cool cause I got a whole (get with) crewAnd I hit, writers, right where it hurtsDon`t call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, firstNiggaz try to murk on my fire since fireworksNow you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verseCause I`m STRONG in that area thugginI just, LOVE leavin niggaz layin there like a area RUGPlus you, yeah, smellin my gameEv-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my nameIt`s, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can`t seeSee why you can`t breathe, why you can`t beat or be ME!Man please, you better be Sam Sneed(And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede(And recognize) Shh, hold on – I think somebody comin{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?"} 5-9![Chorus][Outro: Royce Da 5`9"]A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. MontgomeryMy lil` sister Cha Cha, Rush!Of course my name is Royce 5`9"When you think of my nameThink of a fresh new soundA fresh new face, let`s go[Interlude]