Текст песни UGK f Keith Murray, Lord Jamar - Don`t Be A Menace... soundtrack
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Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord JamarIntro/Chorus: Lord JamarThe east to the westUp north to the down southLive wires connectSo if you swangin on thangs (Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)or down to gangbang, or waitin on the trainIt`s still the same thang*repeat*[Bun B]You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shottyGo and find me or hidin, with wine and BacardiGet down like John Gotti then I gotta get lostI`m gone in the windMy momma keep on tellin me there`s Bun in the sinI guess I`m hell-bound destinedto learn my lesson, sess in my chestinIt burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffinThey don`t call me Big Bun for nothinNo homeboys you come dead, well put em to restBumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chestBotty bwoy you come dead, and if in all dieWill you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em flyThat`s how it is in my city, and your citysir it gets no pretti-er just more grittyper capita, all around>From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro townChorus[Lord Jamar]Now watch this current rock it current for a sentencefor a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mindof those livin outside of my statelineLet em know we all the same kindwith the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang timeOrganised gangs slangin dimeLord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees thiseverywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doeFast or slow, ya wanna see your cash growlike grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the eland let the smell resonate, never hesitatewhen it comes to puttin food on your plateDevise schemes by all meansLike a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAMLive Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realnessI know you feel thisChorus[??????]Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpinThat`s only when your funky little fake tape be bumpinYou can catch a square and get done unfairbecause aah, I`ll be there, I`ll be right thereCocoa butter, got that, make em all forReal life hustler movie maker, I know how y`all feelBut long as I`m alive I`ma do the right thingand block out this stress my past criminal life might bringThe only way I use to nip it in the budwas ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker`s gutsI got victims, G it ain`t about the face you makeIt`s all about the place you take between yourself and snakesNow everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakinCos I gets busy like no cornwheatChorus[Pimp C]I`m tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can`t stand meIt`s all about my family, it`s all about my candyIt`s all about the crush, all about the feelin goodAll about the rush, all about us, the first familySomethin that a young fool never really planned to bebut funny situations, do bring changeand young fools do out here in this wicked gameThat`s how I`m gon` starve when fools eatin steakMan, I can`t stop now, too much money out here to makeNow you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teethbut I gotta get this money, ain`t nobody gonna get it for meAnd I might have to do shady thingsStick up kid all out, no shameRun your rings, ear ring in changeDon`t make me give it to ya cos it ain`t no thangI do it for the glory man, cuff the thangsI gotta let em hang, I`m stuck in `87 tryin to regain my brainToo many undercovers know my nameA phone line like fire cos I`m a live wireChorus