Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
469 3 часа назад

Текст песни The Wreckshop Family - Pen N Pad

The Wreckshop Family - Pen N Pad слова песни

[Hook]Cash, money, fast cars and hoesAll I need, is sixteen bars to flowI got a lot on my brain, got game to exposeI pray to God, for these sixteen bars to flow [Bridge]All I need, in this life of sinIs my note pad, and my penDown to ride, to the very endWith my note pad, and my pen [D-Gotti]I spit it for the public, boys gotta love itGod gave me the game, to stick to the subjectHuffing puffing, blowing dro downHydro ponic speed my brain, I share my thoughts with the timeAll I need, is sixteen barsTo date and do nasty stuff, with sixteen starsBig dreams started, in my block daysNoid when the cops came, performing all the hot songs for block fameVerbal cocaine, I spitUplift boys in the hood, make em hustle harder with them bricksAnd them chicks love me, cause I`m a gangstaThis is not a joke, it ain`t no studio prankstaI adjust, to do what I appose to goAs the block by me baby, I`m a chosen proSo tonight, when I bend knee and talk to GodI`ma thank him for these sixteen bars, know I`m talking bout [Hook] [Bridge - 1 1/2x] [D-Reck]The one in the chamber, and sixteen in the clipI put this on my dreams, that this verse gon ripThe track gon unzip, and the dat gon come thirstyD-Reck spit slick shit, harder than a dick in wet hipsI`m one of a kind, got so much on my mindThere he go, another CEO spitting rhymesBut who better, to teach the black youth bout cheddarAnd he who cleaned the street cash, and mash to the next levelI`m Mr. Wreckshop, and I ain`t talking bout no musicMan I`m way mo` street, than the character I played in the MovieOne hundred percent thug, I educated to schemeCan`t named a drug, I ain`t weighed on the triple beamHave you ever counted cash, till six in the morningMy plotting out a plan, to get the grass from CaliforniaLord only knows, all the chances that I took toJust to spit this sixteen bars, out my notebook (*talking*)Yeah nigga, we ain`t talking bout no mo` jail cell bars niggaWe talking bout, sixteen bars of spitting nigga [Hook] [Bridge] [D-Gotti]Been behind bars, now I`m living off barsThese bars got a nigga, looking good sipping barBon voyage, to the block nowGotto in a Viper, with the top downThis is what it sounds like, when bars on dopeMy words feed the hood, blocks need this dopeAnd the flow is supernatural, boys still catching upImagine us imagine a star, plus eat upA track like a cannibal, trying to make the rally bucksHood niggas, already feeling usSixteen bars wish out my mouth, to the streetI`m valuable I`m focused, my fans got me on feetGotti gon eat, cause I spit it from the heartBoys who remember when I was a outlaw, ripping bricks apartBut God got a plan, for us now niggaThese bars gon get us rich, can you see the big picture [Hook] [Bridge]

Другие песни The Wreckshop Family:

The Wreckshop Family - Power Up
2 дня назад 529 (не задано)
The Wreckshop Family - Reel Shit
6 часов назад 485 (не задано)
The Wreckshop Family - Say What You Want
5 дней назад 470 (не задано)
The Wreckshop Family - Act Like Ya Don`t Know
4 часа назад 531 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

wispoz.com © 2007-2026