Текст песни The (Cella) Dwellas - Main Aim
The (Cella) Dwellas - Main Aim слова песни
Verse One: Phantasm, UgI stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G`s on whiz and kicks While those hip hop ticks, stay on my dickMC`s is all ill like bags from BontonStay souped up just like won-tonAll I got it hard times, the illest rhymesA couple of dimes and a rusty nine that ain`t even mineThousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink onBut ain`t ever put a mink onI still get nice and shoot dice, still eat pork fried riceStill shoot threes like Mark PriceSecond time around, still gettin down for my crownGive you that hip hop soundYo, my rugged raps, dip on tracksLike Japs in straw hats in SigonThrough trees other icon, squeeze like py-thonsYou don`t know who you be facinThe gat I bust will split your ass up like segregationOr federation, come together like United NationsTo bring oblieteration, 1-51 is what I`m tastinNo hesitation when I come throughAvoid shit cassette tapes when I scream like Clue (echo)U-G, keep niggas guessin, break bones like teckinWhile niggaz fake moves like wrestlinNo question, I bring it every time babyDon`t try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-ZChorus:"Maintain, few remain in the game So, I remain focus and pop`s the main aim"--> K-Solo from Redman`s "It`s Like That"Verse Two: Phantasm, UgI never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is phatYou think that`s gonna hold me back from gettin mines in rapY`all niggaz step to the rear, cause the Dwellas is hereDisappeared for a year, now the smoke is clearDebut 23 on the charts and BillboardEven headliners got flawed when we touredBecause all my releases are lyrical masterpiecesThrough the knowledge baby, science that, check my thesisI can`t stand the rain or the painTo see these wack niggaz game, aiyyo I`m tryin to maintainI don`t even rhyme no more I explainRules of the game, simple and plainThis rap industry, ain`t shit to meThe million dollar man just need currencySo I can get this estate and live greatFinally a home of my own as king of my throneWe`ll roast ya, focus like Manolta, hold gats like a holstathat`ll rip through shirts like the HulkstaDance on tracks like John Travolta, Saturday Day Night Fe-VerPut niggaz to sleep like e-ther, usin the sleeper, holdMy flow be illMake room rides beats like Masingil, check itI wanna sell like Hootie and the BlowfishMy goatie, got shorties sayin I look like Will SmithWith cuter lips, huh, my clip slip slugs to toasterHit your leg and have ya limpin like Keyser SozeChicks, honeydips, whips whip plus ya posterRe-appose me ya get crushedI cut flows like tight hand cuffs, nigga WHATChorus