Текст песни U.S.D.A - Corporate Thuggin
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Текст песни U.S.D.A - Corporate Thuggin
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+C-T-E!!Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' beThug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it TennesseeI'm good in err' hood, err' body know me( )So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin'Lookin' fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin'Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' criticsThey don't understand 'cause they ain't muthafuckin' livin' itAnd I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin' +plug+Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a mothafuckin' thugNow, the question is - CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP?And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste timeAnd I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mineLike change fo' the betta, but I'm still strappedTrigga-happy nigga, don't make me relapseAttitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin' anywayAnd I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta sayYOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'fuckin' lifeI just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos RiosSippin' margaritas on the beach in my AdidasBrought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezasUsed my black car but dat's only fo' the reefaWussuh! (Let's go)[Chorus]Not a day go by, dat I ain't highHit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up highAnd I'ma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lieNot a day go by, dat I ain't highHit the mall err'day, nigga I stay flyGet it how we live, yeah we try to get byWe throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lieWussuh![Verse 2 - Blood Raw]Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'Gettin' fucked up nigga, everybody totin' (Oooh)Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallionIntroduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'[Verse 3 - Slick Pulla]Wha's hann'in!Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'emCouldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of itRubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)This shit don't stop (Stop!)Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'till my casket drop (Yah!)Yams in the booth did the same on the blockDon't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)U-S-D-AYE!