Текст песни The LOX f Jay-Z, Kelly Price - Let`s Start Rap Over 12"
The LOX f Jay-Z, Kelly Price - Let`s Start Rap Over 12" слова песни
Verse One: StylesCatch me in the Dirty SouthIn the red porche burning outHead across seas, bout to turn it outComing back home to a furnish houseWe three deep, what, and we ain`t get no sleepWe on the next flight, 25 a night, damn rightPlan is to keep the fam tightCopping the Vipe and I ain`t stopping at the lightCan`t see the dice, ice to brightHeard he with a pretty chick, you a idiotGet a record deal and not take it seriousPlan to make hits for a long periodHell of a living, shit being on televisionBall i`ma score everytime there`s an inningI once had had a mill and it`s just the beginningEverybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim inChorus: Kelly PriceYour love, so right (so right)It makes me want more (it makes me want more)Your fault love, so tight (so tight)You need an encore (give me an encore)Verse Two: Sheek LuchionYeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yoHey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddleSheek laid back, you know I`m bout to bubbleAll ya`ll hate that, tryin to keep me in troubleWe take things serious, ya`ll do it for funCuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then doneInternational despite thee, Westcoast beefI blew it down on Keenen IvoryWayans, got the all with a grain for the painSo if we conflict you get all in yo brainYou gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop>From day til it`s dark with the fat man scoopNow you spook, you heard Lox about to dropPop the top, we got this in a can like PringleHeard one song, now you changing up your singleWhile I mingle, Sheek the black man gingleIn a club with two mommies, that`s bilangualChorusVerse Three: JadakissYeah, wha, wha, yo yo yo yoNow what ya`ll think we here for? aight thenGet this money, keep it tightened, right whenAll ya`ll thought ya`ll was coming to get usCuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit usFooled ya`ll ass, ya`ll tools don`t blastAll we do is make hot songs and use ya`ll cashI hang my plaques in the bathroomCuz I`m sill thinking bout making a hitWhile I`m taking a shitPlaya Haters be scraping the 6For no reason, that don`t even make no senseI`m happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tintsIf you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook outGet a new look out, pull your black book outWho you know pal for enough to distribute2.5 and that`s just the tributeAnything envolved with Benji`s we with thatWith the good comes the bad never forget thatVerse Four: Jay-ZIf you ain`t in it for the money then get out the gameMotherfuckers better think before they spit out my nameI been known to have torn shit out the frameLoad up the clip and aim TEST ME!You ain`t in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your blockI`ll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your blockIf you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the RocYou know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your blockAnd our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dockAnd the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shotBeen a villain since I can remember for willing to plotSell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X niggaThis is for you training bra bitches whose chest got biggerIt`s on nigga, and the simple fact isWe got this rap shit captiveChorus to fade