Текст песни Sean Price f Rustee Juxx - Spliff-N-Wessun
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[Sean Price]It go stop with the bullshitPlaying game niggaz, hopskotch when the tool clickDon`t make me pop yaYa black eye and blue, bitch, Frank SinatraYou see SP, you`ll be thinking rastaThink it`s peace & love, but I think to drop yaThink gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobsterIt`s a fact, you`re and act, or, think you Oscar`s, noThat`s when I slap this jerkTell your Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic churchNiggaz actin` like my motherfuckin` gat don`t workTil you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I`m screamin` that you hurtMotherfuckin` right, that shit hurtNiggaz play tackle football with a plastic NerfBitches with dreadlocks and drinks in the backSuck dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch[Rustee Juxx]Niggaz dial 9-11I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-oneForty five`s and P2 29`sStoryline, it begins once upon a crimeRustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crackAny block, any bitch, I`ma smash thatAiyo, fuck force 1`s, rip stone in they goretexBlaze up, fools you walk me through a vortexSize 3, Brooklyn playalisticMossberg, music, duke don`t get it twisted[Sean Price]Aiyo I shine (you shine)In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine)Nah (we not soft, go head with the liesDuke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs isOff the table, I`m dead broke, nigga, they cuttin` off my cable[Rustee Juxx]The criminal of the year, yea I`m back to robSo take ya shine off when you see me on the jobDo to the mac, I`m strapped, ready to clapReact, stop runnin` ya yap, and runnin` ya stackSure carryin` top and blue gemsFlash you in ya Benz, for stoppin` gold rimsPumpin` on the block, through rocks that glow stimAnd I`m rollin` on 10, the size of my Timbs[Sean Price]Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice pleaseA dollar change left, fuck it, give me two loosiesWe ain`t got no trackThree songs, one session, it`s a kind ol` rap[Rustee Juxx]Still rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the redCatch me in the weed spot, triggin` on the dredSee me in the flesh, real liftin` ya chainOnly feel is the flame, fifth in ya frameIn the cut wit ya bitch, feelin` up on her butt and her titsYou wanna fuck but she can start suckin` his dickI got a click that move more crowds than Eric B.With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag`s