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  • Текст песни Capone -N- Noreaga ft. M.A.Z.E. and Mussolini - Yes Sir

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    [Intro]
    Yea (yea)
    Man, we damn you (man, we damn you)
    Remy Ma, ohh
    Hey, hey, ahey, ahey, ahey, hey, hey, ahey, ahey, ahey

    [Hook]
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - playin' games y'all niggaz jus' won't fit it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

    [N.O.R.E.]
    I play in charts (in charts) like a baller push a nigga say
    And ain't no man who sell a soul like I do it (hey)
    Ya AK's in a breakapart, Nore's art
    Are you seein' me with that cushion, anybody sucks it, niggaz
    You go back in ya' world, you observe
    Said you'll always be my man, are you flippin' the birds?
    And bitches, you know Obama does it, yea, it ain't fight, fuck 'em
    Have you met a nigga, bitches? Fuck it if you try it, suck 'em
    My life is great, you haters suck
    Have a nice day, what if niggaz fuck'n' speed up?
    And yea, niggaz know I hang up, and you wish you ran ya' biz
    'Cuz it's dodgin' budget, do it like a rainer
    (Yes, sir!) Bring ya' niggaz after bitches in fur
    We hold it down on ol' school, an ol' drama occur
    Nigga, damn it! This shit a Hollywood
    Anywhere, any town, anybody, move around

    [Hook]
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

    [Musaliny]
    G, G, G, and you ain't feel like I bust it, but I ain't got no way in chirm
    But more money - more bitches, more hittin' the birds
    Rap shit is too slow, man, give me a porny
    And I git that shit fucked up, what's happenin', shorty?
    (Y'know) Money make the world go 'round
    Or cooler beany jewelry make the girls go down
    I got probation, back to back to the BLO teacher
    Man, I shut up yo' fake, I make sure all my niggaz keepin' it up

    [Maze]
    Maze, mack to mack wit' no magic
    '04 wit' no craft to the beats, I have 'em wide open
    No more lips and hips, whole lotta carrots
    They go fo' beats and they git it, I stare at no Chevy's
    A way back after 4-6 squash maggots
    I be low wit' myself, bitch, too matter of fact
    I know, ya ain't got this chillin', you can't touch me
    'Cuz when we rap, speakers from the Nann Nigga can't go

    [Hook]
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
    Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

    [Capone]
    My cars flow like I'm havin' a chance
    And I'm in the "Best for the street", callin' channel in fashion
    And I'm rappin' straight in the breakin' this shank under my tongue
    I seek 'em all, wanna nigga like I'm Arleysong
    You, you and you is fucker love for the love spaces
    Go, people, cash and a walk, the whole place is
    Upon that rap, what have you nigga room for yo' paces
    Have the CNN bangers on frame and on papers
    See if you can dodge walruses like me & my May clips
    Pick the champagne and bang it, give you feel of the paces
    (Yes, sir!) CNN is back in the bracelets
    Give them bloody money on top of New York like skyscrapers
    When yo' lass ain't gotta brassiere, can you dress in it, sir?
    Show bling like chain, it ain't drama, right herr
    Got my booth wit' my hammer, and my go-low-coal
    Don't git it twisted, holla, nigga, jus' fuck out the soul
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