Текст песни Talib Kweli - A Game
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[Intro - Talib Kweli]7-18 stand up (c`mon) Talib Kweli, BK MCTurn it up (yeah)We `bout to drop it lowBaby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal (I`m goin in)It`s the lava flow (yeah) strictly A gameRock it fast, rock it slow (whoa)You got to rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa)Rock it fast, rock it slow (c`mon, yeah)You gon` rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!)[Talib Kweli]Black rock and roll, black hotter flowAt the end of the black brick road, lets get it goin yoGeffen don`t fuck the shit up, ship it goldSo I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo`Matta fact I`m tryin to sell out, concerts and merch` famAlways get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)That nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted lowGive you that bit of information soYou could know what you see when it`s your time to goThe diamond flow cut glass, crack binary codeYou`re kinda slow, you need a new career (yeah)You`re kinda old, you need to hang the mic up on the wall like a souvenirDon`t blame the mangers, "Be All You Can Be"Join the Army like Canibus, niggaz avoidin melike the draft and run to Canada, flash like a cameraThat`s when his girl asked me to dance with her - so we gon`[Chorus](Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it lowBaby I got the flow to work your abdominal(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flowStrictly the A game, rock it fast, rock it slow(Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it lowBaby I got the flow to work your abdominal(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flowStrictly the A game, drop it fast[Talib Kweli]That`s how we do it all the way live..I put it down so hard that I developed a rep (c`mon)From the punchlines to cave in your delicate chestThe fella can test, let`s see how jealousy getI smell the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet`Kweli - look in my eyes and you could tell I`m a threatI wet my throat and get bent like a pelican`s neckI make a gentleman`s bet with my ghetto connectAnd got a .9 in my mind you can`t metal detectI pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hipI fired 13 shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah)I spit the truth, that`s it, I`m not confused one bit (c`mon)I`m so New York City streets that I`m abusin your whipCruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a Crip (c`mon)For the rush hour Enuff threw this in the mixQuarter to six, Amadeus is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa)[Chorus][Interlude - 4x]Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeahGet your ass up on the dance floorNo we don`t stop, when we in the dance offBaby girl whatchu wanna get into?I wanna get in too, bring your friends too[Chorus]