Текст песни White Boys - Running the Show
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The White BoysThe White BoysThe White Boys(Fresh)The White Boys(Fresh)The dope beat`s pumpin, cold comin correctThe White Boys in full effect, checkWhat I`m sayin, the vocals, our voiceJust like my lady my rhymes are choiceIt ain`t difficult, so come to my areaJust listen, the beat will carry yaHands in the air, literal excitementMarley made the track, on the rhyme time I spentStupid dope, however you describe itJust like a beverage you will ( ? ) itInto your system, an injectionThis is `88, the year of an electionSo yo, vote for this funky grooveIt sounds strange, but you got to moveSo move, groove, soothe your soulThe beat is loose, it`s on paroleCold slammin to let you knowThe White Boys are running this showThe White Boys are runnin this show (4X)I`m rhymin, the dope entertainerWith a story about ElenaIt`s short, but to the pointYou better listen or leave the jointIt`s serious, mysterious, it left me curiousWhy Elena was tryin to hurry usTo tie the knot and buy a lotA house, a car, a dog named SpotI got wise, looked in her eyesSaid, "What`s the hurry and why all the lies?"She was busted, not trustedI just broke, mad and disgustedShe wanted money, fortune and fameShe didn`t love me, she loved my nameShe took heed and not my doughAnd now she knows who`s runnin this showThe White Boys are runnin this show (4X)It goes 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9A rhyme from my mind, you won`t findA lime like mine in any kind of timeSo unwind, loosen up, just get funkyThe situation at hand is hunkyDory, don`t bore meListen close, I tell you a storyAbout a crew who came around my wayAnd told me I`d outplayed my stayI said: "No way, you wanna fight, okayGo ahead, O.J., and make my day"But don`t ignore thisI take you out just like Chuck NorrisOr Bruce Lee, you`re so sorryWhy don`t you go play your AtariYou`re like Pac Man, old and sillyYou remind me of the four HillbilliesBlack Gold and Texas TWhy don`t you move to BeverlyHill, that is, in CaliforniaOne more thing, I need to warn yaWhen you go home, don`t go to sleepI pull up in my jeep, the horn`ll go beepAnd when you hear that, look out your windowSo you`ll know who`s runnin this showThe White Boys are runnin this show (* repeated till fade* )