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Текст песни Tony Touch f D.I.T.C., Kid Capri, Party - The Club

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[OC]The whole city`s under siege when we come through wit guns blazinYou need to take a seat son, you just started shavinRespect ya elders, stay in a child`s playThe monotone flow stayin even wit the bassOh good Lord, we throw it like a javelin tossArrogance is the feature that we added for flossCome and get headline, destined to get richesFrom either rappin our ass off or brick shipmentsCover all regions, makin sure the protty gets spread outWe talk behind the mac you bust lead outWit next prospect, no particular concept do we followSmooth but yet solid like marble[Diamond]Niggas ain`t fuckin wit D, fuckin wit meLookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"In the wide body-7 while you suckin the DSpent out in the wedge while I`m fuckin for freeScared to death like you stuck in a treeI`ma stretch your ass out like I`m cuttin the deedFrontin like a big man but you stuck in a threeSo you know your floss game ain`t nuttin to meWhen the sun hits the cross, yo it`s something to seeR-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit meTwenty karats on the wrist ain`t nuttin to meDo you know good frontin to me, nigga[Kid Capri]Aiyyo Tone, let`s Touch these niggas wit the wandThen blow up like a bombMade moves faster than the autobondThe Kid Capri is a institution, and all ya`ll niggas is pollutionStarin up a whole lot of confusionIt`s simple, let`s move out all these corn catsAnd disc jock dissin MC`s that got the borin rapsFuck what ya got, grimy niggas don`t wanna hear itNiggas take it, soon as they near it, you better fear itBronx Bomber, the pretty-fly girl charmerThe black Italian, the cash keep pilin as I`m smilinSo hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumbleAnd I`ll step back and watch your whole career just crumble[AG]Well it`s the cheeba steamer, brains on trains, won`t eat her neitherBenz to the plane, off the plane to the BeemerInsane and off the meter, in the rain I`ll heat upAnd ya`ll can`t stop my sunshine, fuck one-timeGot heavy wit gats to push your face backTrash-ass album sound like you played it on eight-trackRip you from the roots and underTriple gooses in the summerMean long guns is producin the thunderConvertible Hummers, we shit on the glockTry to put the roof up, I`ll tell Show to piss on the topWrist on the watch, roll wit a click or a glockPlan on gettin a lot, from spittin or notCool wit niggas that be flippin a lotProbably got shit on your blockAnd if you hate, I`ll take it back to `88 (Nigga, get off the top)It`s two-g`s, let`s get this money, you wit it or notBut I`ll switch topics like my bitch wit thongs in the tropicsMake hits, straight hitsPerform as long as I got itSeven-digits wit my name on the dottedRemain Dirty and potted, ya`ll know me for the ruckusG.D. I only can fuck witGet the dutch and tell Tony to Touch it[Party Artie]Guns, I tote them thingsBlunts, I smoke them thingsRhymes, I wrote them thingsIt`s no such thing, as hoes fron-tingWe run train, I do my thug thingGrab the mic and leave a mud stainSo get Tide wit bleach when I rhyme wit beatsNiggas do crimes to eatNo pork, I don`t talk, the nines just speakI`m the kind to creep on your block wit the heat cockedGot the street locked, smackin niggas out they ReeboksIt`s Party Artie, I get dirty wit the EwoksThe infrared hit you in the head from three blocksAway, Been There Done That like Dr. DreIt Ain`t My Fault like Silkk the Shocker sayYa`ll niggas gots to pay, shots`ll sprayFrom the Bronx to Far Rock awayMy whole team, strapped like BokeemFuck bein in jail, trapped wit no cream[Lord Finesse]I be the don that`s known to have the style sewnMore cheese than calzones, give chicks the dialtoneBuild like brownstones when we slaughter your planTouch albums, so hot comes wit a portable fanType to starve the mic when I hog the lightLay my life on the lines if the odds is rightGettin the, spot and gleam while you plot and schemeTo stop the team, three words nigga: watch and dreamYou just mad hater, cuz we movin wit doughYou don`t make sense like wearin suede shoes in the snowFinesse frontin? Y`all know me, I don`t stress nuttinBought your album, that`s how I broke the eject buttonDon`t stress dudes, we just plot our next moveMake niggas look stupid like joggin pants wit dress shoesThe prophet, shit john blaze like the tropicsType of nigga need a ? just for my pocketsDon`t flex punks, we sex stunts, collect lumpsYou flossin now, you be pardon by next monthType of thug, yo I was born to bugWaitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what

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