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Текст песни Timbaland and Magoo f Sebastin, Sin, Tro - Beat Club

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[Timbaland]BEAT CLUB!Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YESUhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhhUhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhhUhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhhOne, two, three, here we go![Troy Mitchell]Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thugYou know that thug that`s used to doin it out the dubI go Shaft on niggaz, don`t make me have to call my killersStaff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggazYo, I ain`t tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shitI`m used to bossin shit and offin clipsSee hood is around my way - they talk often quickTo us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shitSee we gang we never bought it in the streets I slangPeeps I train to hustle get it take out namesLet me bang and spread it all around the project blocksI`m sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocksNow thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with bluntsGrill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for monthsI get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crushAnd figure the last niggaz that fuck with us[Magoo]Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-caseGet up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw faceBesides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court casesAnd they all gettin lifeWe can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on `emPiss on a slut, let it rain on `emBut I`d rather put my brain on `emLook at the bitch, she got a frame on `emMag hit it then came on `em"Alias," if you with me you rideGet in the back of the Lex`, and be out of your tuxLabel me "alias" from my respects to crack this caseI`m past bein berserk, nigga look at my faceI got an ill way of showin my painFuck talkin how I`m hurt, Mag take out his brainI`m goin insane and y`all niggaz, hatin my thangMag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain[Sin]Sin the reason why rap ain`t gon` be the sameFirst niggaz speak my name, off with his brainPut the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapseIf I would sell, six plat`, I`m done with rapHow many y`all gotta touch, then found out Sin`s too muchUncut, can`t touchYou remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass niggaUp North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga[Magoo]Now I`m hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail roomAfter the nuttin, sweep `em out with the broomMag ghetto as ever but mo` cheddarUsed to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?)But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never killI run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in JillPoppin usin the pill, never did it beforeI wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skillI make a mil` (?), pussy much fine in weatherFam`s wipin they tongues a littleMag run for the street, or for the blockBrand new cribs still dissin the potSome bums take change seeNeighbors lookin at Mag strangelyFind theyself, hangin from a treeBut I`m a real life gleeful"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain`t diesel(?)[Troy Mitchell]Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was youngerBut now I`m big boss in the game, come let me show you somethinSo whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide and women don`t know when to slow slideMy A-K in the cut, with my `dro hidinI keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibeI heard the feds hate me cause I`m so liveFrom five o`clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimesEven Magoo got a watch I ain`t dumbAin`t no familiars in this place where I`m slingin it fromI got wholesale weight, that low-sale weightOr any kind of weight that make my dough flow strightCause I`m oh so great; real thugs, no fakeThat`s why they down to play me on radio stations and rotationsThugs hate - everything I stand fo`, throw hands fo`Make plans fo`, roll on yo` camp fo`[Sin]Laid back in the same colored EscaladeRun over rappers that test the brakeLeave you under the jeep and test your faithPut it in reverse and, crush your faceGo to court, tell the judge fuck the caseGo to jail, no bail, cut your faceGet it right nigga, you dealin with apesI came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh[Sebastin]Listen, as soon I`m on the show you struggle in rapsAnticipate nickel plates, man, right where you satLike a panel nigga under your shirt, picture thatHow your child`s gonna burp when you losin your lap?Hey, I`m bringin the shade, don`t floss in the dayNiggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okayI`m hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dameCrackin up like, "Damn, which one of y`all paid?"A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don`t tradeThat`s the day that the curls slide under the braidI`ll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fadeDifferent ligaments torn for every round that`s sprayedPuttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like JakeDu-rags ain`t safe, bullets skip through wavesI`ll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in DaveI ain`t from around yo` way, nigga I`m from V-A

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