Текст песни Shyne - Spend Some Cheese
Shyne - Spend Some Cheese слова песни
[Shyne]Geah.. new..My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave `em on the curbRidin on twinkies I`m (??) gun under my furMa what you prefer?His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killerswho keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they`ll always be thereBurn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flareLive for the moment, fuck atonementExplain to God when you see him(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceilingNiggaz, we only live onceand I don`t know about y`all, but shit I`m on minelike Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burnersOpen dope spots on every blockJumpin in and out of cherry dropsas the plot thickens, watch glistensFeds trail us, surveil us, tell usnot enough evidence (?) usTeflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get goneIn the name of Brooklyn VietnamAnd all you fuckin rappers, for the last timeThe last name ain`t Junior, my name is ShyneNow take a paternity test, there`s no relationI`m the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent[Chorus]All I wanna do is get a brand new fifthand a few ki`s, spend some cheeseAll I wanna do is see my homies stay flyuntil we all day, and spend some cheeseAll I wanna do is get this money washedso I can lay back, and spend some cheeseGet right, live life, spend some cheeseG`s ice, gun fights, spend some cheese[Shyne]Bandana wrap, under my fitted hatI got mines stacked, nigga where yo` ticket at?Floatin countin the two turbo`sBitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who`s fuckin with that?I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C.And this rap shit here, ain`t nothin to meGot my murder game down for realGave lead showers to any coward who sold me flourPoe`s my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut rawI`ll be the first to tell ya, they talcum powderActin like I know them, I owe themtil I blow them, and leave they face in they fuckin scrotumOne change on the pike, under the moonlightHeadin nowhere fast, Desert in the airbagsDeath`s around the corner so I make detour slide to the RuckerFirelli`s burnin rubbersPull up in front, let my shit bumpHop out, no respect for the copsGot the glock out, lookin for a knockoutSomethin to put a seed in, nah niggaJust somethin I can put some ki`s in, come on[Chorus][Shyne]Nigga wait, push rhymes, push fivespush wigs back, push weightRunnin narcotics in over twenty-one statesThuggin and buggin I`ll crack your fuckin chestplatesIt`s good old America the great, the land of the GHome of the slaveWhere corrupt politicans and black gangsters is madeWhere you die at 25, shot up in your Merced`sRidin on blades, livin for todayFuck peace, bustin at the policeYoung black and just don`t give a fuckYou`d think it was the Olympics the way niggaz be sprintinand jumpin when my (?) bust, pullin up in bigger truckslike what? Hand on my nutsWhite gold smile, high profileBitches love the styleHow the fur`s fittin, gangster slur spittinFor my niggaz in Lewisburg sittinI got to get it like SisqoIt`s the Don-da-Don-Don-DonSwitch flows faster than cops can shoot a blackas them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, c`mon[Chorus 4X to fade]