Текст песни TQ f Big Lurch, CPO, Yukmouth - Somebody`s Watching Me
TQ f Big Lurch, CPO, Yukmouth - Somebody`s Watching Me слова песни
(Hook - TQ)I got this feelin that somebody`s watchin meAnd I just can`t seem to get over itThe game done fucked up my mindSo I`m clutchin my nine and don`t even know whyWhen I get that feelin, there ain`t no stoppin meYou can`t take a man from his moneyBut somebody always tryin, so niggas keep dyinAnd I`m `bout to lose my mind(Yuk)Nigga, my momma was a dopefiend, so by the age of fourteenI`m slangin more fiend by the liquor store, poppin codiene`sNigga, by no means, what they hittin forGettin more green, nigga for gold ringsMoney gettin low, makin broke creamNigga my whole team be boss hogginIt cost when a nigga be lost in the midst a boss ballinShot callin, all of my niggas be in floss modeBitch suckin ya dick under the table while you eatin waffles at Roscoe`s, nigga(Lurch)There`s somethin about this gangsta rhythm, it don`t get `emFeed you a prizm of hypnotismMy mental is unstable, can I get `em, givin shots to ya domePut you in caskets if you think that you could stop theCat that`s havin more static than Cindy LauferTwo year old`s runnin the game, nobody gettin softer??? ???? my shoulder by the next corrupted flosserIf you lose a battle then ya life it`s gon` cost ya, uh(Hook)(Lurch)Watchin ?? ??? means in this gameThem triflin, itchy trigger finger, bright-eyed snipin `emEnhanced in my hype and in tumsThat is ya kite, flight and wind (???)You in Atlanta with no one to strap up but ???(Yuk)Uh, I`m tite, huhI lay this game down, jump back and kiss myself like I was James BrownSpin around, hit the splits on the ground then split your muthafuckin crownTurnin zips into pounds like Phoenix Mitchell, or little DarrylShadey as fuck like a big ass sombraro(CPO)All these niggas tryna` hog my fame (what)Tryna` salt my game, ain`t nothin changed, please maintainYou may claim game but fame claims to be whats happenin nowI`m tacklin crowds with mackin styles, see how now niggas actin nowI`m packin miles to capacity, who`s taxin meNobody but the government, even you haters dubbin itLovin it (E, when your shit gon` drop?)All the while you got your chrome cocked tryna` get my phone blocked(Hook)(CPO)Momma tellin me to gon` screamDone lost anotha nigga from the hometeamGold dreams make a nigga moanSeems like every other day The Lord mad at meSad to see your loves fall, even worse when the scrubs callTalkin bout, "heard about the other day, trouble stay"We try to bubble, play low-key so nobody know meStay high like some ???, so cold, En Vogue bitches couldn`t hold meWhat, bitch(Hook)