Текст песни The Game - Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michele)
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Текст песни The Game - Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michele)
Yeah, Scott Storch[The Game]Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallionStallions on both arms, rocks on both charmsMy Dominican chick looking like Scarface sisterRed and curly and she wake me up earlyCus hustlers hit the block when police change shifts( )New York, California different toilet, same shitIn Brooklyn I rock TimberlandsStill toast cinnamonBeen gangster way before he dropped many menLiquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like?Don't ask me that's my nigga we classyHim and Montega Jada our style superior to hatersYou can catch me in the latest Marvin GatersRalph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered upWhy these niggas keep hating on my PhantomI be out in Atlanta and body tapping I'm probably strappedToast it up niggas[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]All my hoods on the real dark side of the trackNo sunny sky's just really blackWe live real down here, Lord let us liveNo playing around here, Lord let us liveDon't hate my hood just hate my shineWe coming out we on our grindWe live real down here, Lord let us liveWe coming outta here, Lord let us live[The Game]Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front doorNiggas stunt more than Jackie ChanWhat the fuck them faggots saying?Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in handTake 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro vanBanging was the blueprint money was the master planDuffel bag full of Grants and FranklinsRob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank thenHead to the barbershop to get chopped upHearing war stories who dead and who locked upWho snitching, who pitching and who knocked upFuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trustBlack hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavementHustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shiftFuck that long money nigga get paid quickAnd don't save shit[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]All my hoods on the real dark side of the trackNo sunny sky's just really blackWe live real down here, Lord let us liveNo playing around here, Lord let us liveDon't hate my hood just hate my shineWe coming out we on our grindWe live real down here, Lord let us liveWe coming outta here, Lord let us liveLord knows that money don't matterLord knows that status is badderLord knows about the hood I live inHe's taking away but he's givingNow don't give me these carsDon't give me these mansionsDon't hate me just let me ride, Lord just give me light[The Game]I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.PThat was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a mazeAnd my legacy will never be that of a haterLyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayersIt's the return of GandhiCriminal minded city behind mePut it on my face to remind meOf all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too niceMy first album sent you lifeI should of put down the mic when Rakim left DreNo cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second baseI had to steal third motherfucker that's my wordThere's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curbI was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggasI will come through the hood with the fully axe niggasLike Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm goodMothafuckas make way[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]All my hoods on the real dark side of the trackNo sunny sky's just really blackWe live real down here, Lord let us liveNo playing around here, Lord let us liveDon't hate my hood just hate my shineWe coming out we on our grindWe live real down here, Lord let us liveWe coming outta here, Lord let us live[The Game]Is that Michelle ChrisetteBlack Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride'08 to infinityCalifornia, New YorkScott Storch, Scott Storch...