Текст песни Shyheim f The Embassy - I`m Good Play Your Part
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[Intro: Shyheim]This nigga, shit, yeah, I can`t even walk to the corner storeWithout a nigga askin` me, like damnWhen you come in son, yo, when you go in, man?When you goin` to do another movie, what`s up with an albumDamn, son, you ain`t got a welcome, me nothing?Hah..[Chorus 2X: Kanive]I`m good, play your partThose hookers, those hoes, and my jobThose hustlers, those papes, and my squadMy neck, my wrist, my car[Shyheim]I know it urks, you, I come throughIn an upside down Y, surrounded by a circleBottom Up on the windshieldBig mac-11 with them dumb dumbs, stupid, under the chinchill`Niggaz better ch-chill, shit`s still realWith the ice pick, the niggaz grills, give `em fish scalesIn Fishskill, where the fish killI`m like a far ring temtrum, Shyheim, it`s realFlip your whips to squeal, you will get killedSo basically nigga, keep your lips sealedPut the minute in the pennant, call me Mr. Quick BillThey hit me with a sentence, but your nigga spit jailI ran and I ran, with them bounties on my tailDrinkin` hot water, eatin` shit, that`s staleAnd still, Flex keep our single spinnin` like windmillsAnd a nigga fresh outta jail[Chorus 2X][Kanive]Catch Kanive, and in the wide body, pullin` a sledStill in the streets, duck and dodgin` the fedsStill got the trey deuce, strapped to the leadHow come the yellow bodies looked like scrambled eggsGet your baby, take your cheese and your breadI know he slow in the head, this is what I just saidHe hearin` things, the blood is sunny side upWhen the homey`s ride up, with them chromey magnums, yeahSwallow your pride, and cough up the productThen I`m back around the block, what up bloodWhat up cuz, yeah, my pressure is buildin`And the headphones are fire without a Lox reunionKeep the streets like checks, nigga, pay your communionLook, I`m going back from which I cameI`m like King David`s sword on the black smith lakeCherry red, seven sixty, me shine ya dame[Chorus 2X][Imf Blue]I`m good, compared to all these broke liarsWho never gonna fire, like a broke ass lighterI blow right by ya with a hoe like MyaIn a big body Benz with all white tiresBrolic bracelets that cause arthritisCan`t even open the door, got sores on my right wristPores cuz I might just be forced to use my leftHop it, don`t pocket, and cruise my sectsI`m here now, so you where the problem atI know where ya momma at, I know where to rob you atThe chip of my gun, get thrown where the coffin`I`m blowin` that concious back, on with that monster mackBlaow, and when that shit startin` squeezin`You be right there bleedin`, in them Nike air`s leanin`Sirens screamin`, when I move from the scriptsYo, Police and Blue did it, bitch, hit it, ditch[Chorus 2X][Outro: Shyheim]Yeah, that was good niggaDon`t fuckin` worry about me, niggaDo that shit, nah, I`m ight, man, come on man