Текст песни The Game f JT - Eat Ya Beats Alive, слова песни The Game f JT

Текст песни The Game f JT - Eat Ya Beats Alive

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[JT]Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayneSmashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deckGame, what it do? (What it do?)[The Game]They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shitThe way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors liftThe way I, stick and move, when I`m behind the wheelof that new Escalade with the Foreman grillThe way I, peel back niggaz jerseysIt ain`t your life, I`m just not a big fan of James WorthySo wait `til I see y`all, I`m real surgical with the RugerBut you won`t catch my face on E.R.But you might catch them dudes from the ambulanceSquattin on top of ya mans givin `em each CPRTryin to get `em to "Breathe Again" like Toni BraxtonTold y`all `bout comin to Cali, with them phony accentsHollywood got movies, but it ain`t no actinSo wear that bling to them awards like it ain`t no jackersWe chain snatchers (twenty-fo` seven)[Chorus: JT]When you`re on the West coast - eat ya beats aliveWhen ya come to the lab - eat ya beats aliveFuckin with this cash - eat ya beats aliveCause it`s all about math - eat ya beats aliveWhen you`re on the West coast - eat ya beats aliveWhen ya come to the lab - eat ya beats aliveAll about this cash - eat ya beats aliveNigga all about math - eat ya beats alive[The Game]It ain`t nuttin to spray you faggotsOr have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casketIt`s {*reversed*} you faggots, desperado in tactJune, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla)Come through in a grim reaper black CadillacSeven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who heWith the ugliest, flows, money hungriestOh, the kid got hoes, you ain`t know?Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzowCarry pistols, to your Sources and your GrammysOf course it`s that nigga that kick down doorsAnd leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air ForcesTo get my dough I come back like Air JordanSame shot, lil` older, still no nigga can hold himStepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold himBig face said I could it, he`ll bet you a G[Chorus][JT]See I`m the nigga with the most flowFiggaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz knowIndependent with my hustleCouldn`t give a fuck money or muscle it`s time to bubbleWest coast is the place where we holdin it downBay area thuggin, they knowin it nowI`m from the home of the Get Low, home of the get doughHome where they want mo` so niggaz get they pistolRun up in yo` back do`, lookin for the cheddar cheeseCanary wristwatch on celebritiesDiamond bezelled iced out with hella cheeseAnd every fuckin link is like a masterpieceCatch `em slippin comin out the Burger KingParkin lot project life, we like to spark a lotBetter known as a bandit, niggaz cain`t stand itMy whole block gets hard like granite[Chorus][JT] Nigga

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