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Текст песни Sporty Thievz - Raw Footage

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Chorus:Yo, its raw footageUncut like four hookersWere stealin and killin and ball til the law book usWe [? ? ? ? ? ] your [? ? ? ? ? ] likeUh-oh to yall crookersLike no-goodersKeep knockin if yall wit us[marlon brando]Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in babylonLike serial killers, Im on some shit they be onHidin out in lebanonHouse with the intercomNiggas is wild john to see the sinister onMoney like maffia[? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ]til feds get wise on yaChange your face move to bosniaCzechoslovakiaWith jamals girls shape onAnd more make-up onTalkin to liz claiborneMarlon brando at the table with the large catHoldin a raw packVietnamese straw hatSmellin sex in the lexContracts with death threatsTryin to stop my breathWith holes in my left chestMarlon, crazy harlemBallin with nicaraguansPlans complex - enough to shake kuwait squadronsCuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeksWelcome to the family - if not then where you wan eat? We in the al capone suite - la fam and my bed ladyMy sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red averyIm tryin to see dynastyAnd aint nothin stoppin meFrom private propertyWith the glass roof on top of meCut, cut!Chorus x2[big dubez]Uh, uh, raw footage nigga, sporty thievs, big dubez, uh-huh, big dubez, check it... uh oh!Check it -Its hard to shake these demons after meWhen all I want is more cream than master pBig d-u-b, man its never easyBeing a c-z-a-rFeel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? You wit the a-team or is you hatin like they are? Fuck em all - red my rings, dread my stingsDead my flings - cop ? and spread my wingsSee, lifes a bitch and I hit er for one thingLong-dick her til I hear her singch-ching ch-ching!Busta bus made it clear to meRob a club, put your hands where my eyes can seeLeave em thereNigga outsmart me? I aint the one you can smart-outAnd that box you layin in, nigga? its where you left a part outNigga, eat your heart outEither forfeit or hold itAll you hearin is them thief motherfuckers, yo they stole itChorus x2[king kirk]Yeah - its that steel bird nigga - king kirk ass nigga - sporty thievs motherfuckers - yeah - yall niggas is crazy, straight up - how we gon do this? which one of yall niggas think you canAround? you? Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake upSums we can break upAnd hold so much weight we take space upStay truckMad hoes stay fucked - say what? Im in yall bitch niggas face like make-upStraight up - we can spar til we see allahOr take it to the fdr til one of us wrecks they carA matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracksAnd the loser lays flat and get his frame smackedwhats your name, black? Most niggas call me selfish<? >but when I get this grape eight with purple thongs<? >, call me welchsKirks the type did a perp with your wifeOn turnpikes with dirtbikesNo shirts, with iceWord life - so hot I could flame-throwChain glow - like sunshowers, so when its bright the ice rainbow(bling!)Cats is wired like phone polesInstead of throwin blowsThey let chrome goAnd duck po-poAnd play low-proIn the next statetil jake see em in the lake with eight in they chest-plateNiggas test weight when you play they hood like its all goodStart blowin like suge and your dashboards all woodRims 18 inchAnd your boys switch carsLike rich starsDrinkin liquor in strip barsPuffin cigarsYou wont get far - fore they stop youWatch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)Brag they shot you and celebrateMake their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweightI know cats that talk with they mouths closed like garfieldSpeak on hard steelThatll make you cartwheel over the guard-railCut, cut, cut, cut!Niggas cant fuck around, cut, cut!Chorus x2[tragedy khadafi]Yeah, yeah...Sporty thievs...Iron sheiks...Q.b....Yo, yo yo yo yo...Yo, its funny how the world revolve around creamOn the streets you was a king with one teamNow youre in a cell praying to the unseenDrag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemesGettin your back torn out with loud screamsWhile Im on the scene with rings and nice thingsNothing compares to the heat my gat bringSwervin - black suburban. wrapped in turbanPuttin work in - pop charts plus the urbanNiggas love it - hear my shit and wanna thug itHave yall niggas goin to war, tryin to slug itSporty thievs - iron sheiks and ski beatsGo together - like dimes and silk sheetsStill creep - daishiki get left leakyWho you wit? thug shit wit [? ? ? ? ? ]Mahdi - q.b. - el-khadafiHoldin plastic 89s in a drop threeYeah - (who you wit? ) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, yall niggas know

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