Текст песни Whodini f Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Can`t Get Enough
Whodini f Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Can`t Get Enough слова песни
[ VERSE 1: Peter Gunz ]I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC`sI break backs of fat tracks and freezeAnd get up on these, and hit your kneesTrick, can do what you do, they call me PeterOh, you ain`t feelin me? I ain`t feelin yo ass eitherNow if you know this shit when you hearDrop your blunt and your beer And put your hands up in the airThen I steer the 600 and flex through your hoodI get your money or girl, I take your car, then I`m goodCall me the rap killer, thriller, loungin in my villaI`m chocolate inside, but on the outside vanillaThe darker the berry, they say the juice is mo` sweetBut it`s 2 dollars more, bitch, if you want white meatNow I - never lost a battle in my lifeGod came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twiceI take it to your block, your party, and do my thingCause I don`t give a shit how you niggas wanna swing[ CHORUS ] You can get touched, cause none wanna mess with us I call your bluff, cause y`all just be actin tough You get bust, cause competition talks too much I know it`s rough, but y`all still can`t get enough[ VERSE 2: Ecstacy ]You might think I`m one of those men who couldn`t keep they woman in checkBut all respect to the Ecs passin checks while you`re payin for sexYou take her out, you buy her things, you bring her flowersCome home, and she`s with Ecstacy up in the showerNow picture that, now you wanna get your gatBut I keep a strap, so get your shit exact, I got my shit intactAnd it`s a fact that Jalil got my back at the face of trouble Get in that ass on the double, we blown like a bubble Shovelin and buryin our way up out to rubble, half heart half humbleSo all expenses paid as I`m headin up this platinum roadI`m out to get it, you can keep your goldI got an album full of rocksGood luck to all the labels on lockIn `96 Whodini`s callin the shotsIt takes two to play this game, but three makes it betterMaster Dee, Jalil and Ecstacy, we here forever[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Lord Tarik ]I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti Mastermind, my crime time and rhymes keep steadyBut I`m quite ready, rhymes cut like freddy, nowGive me a mic and a crowd, I`m quite deadly, howTarik, hypnotizin when I`m comin out your equalizerFlee me when you see me, that would be wiserI know you wanna be me, ridin in my coupeAs I ride by I see you sittin on your stoopLookin funny with no money, but no cash, no honeyI was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunnyIt`s the money in my life Allowin me to get all that honey from your wifeYeah, she`s tall, slim and trifeSharp like a knife, yet dull like a SundayI met her on Monday and fucked her on MondayThat`s one way to know that money comes and goesAnd so do freaks and hoes, that`s why I don`t trust emI lust for them, but I gots no love for themIn the winter, I don`t got a glove for themSo I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladiesI got her on tape drinkin Bailey`s on gravy[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4: Jalil ]I`m smooth as a Lexus, yet I ride rugged like a jeepIt`s the rapper Jalil, money, that`s creepin in your sleepCall me Freddy, except I`m smooth, black, long and steadyEcstacy pass the mic, cause my rap time`s readyNow who wanna swing it? Don`t even sing itIt`s party time, put your hands up, players, bring itI lounge with the big boys, sippin CrystalAnd when the music stops, find me in the hotelAll my dime pieces in the back, where you at?I got the fatment, plus this rap shit keeps me stackedFly me on a plane to Jermaine, good lookin Atlanta, for representin Brooklyn, you shook, andI`m So So Def, and yet I`m so so smoothGive me a mic and a beat, and watch this blackman moveTakin it to another level, flippin my steezSo get up on these and pass them trees if you please[ CHORUS ]And we don`t stopWhodini`96 y`allAbout to do thisAnd you don`t quit