Текст песни Chamillionaire - Go Hard
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"Chamillitary Mayne" [Chamillionaire] You in the presence of the finest My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin? No homo I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do' I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow" I go hard! Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented See the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentist Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace Meanwhile on the other side of town Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town When I step into public, you know it's goin down When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme" Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me Off, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery [Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone The only way that you could ever be hotter than me Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P- E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is Underground money never disappears When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his Know its big business, I be on them businesses You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag Its still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay I don't switch green names and change up everything I say I don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossin See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin The underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin Смотрите также:
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Я обещал, что микрофону понадобится бирка для микрофона
Все еще ясно, я все еще здесь, и это несмотря на то, что ты педик
Я вышел из метро один, и никто не пришел и не забрал его.
Ну, угадай, кто вернулся, чтобы принять это как хороший взгляд
Э-э, посмотри в гараже, твои машины не такие больные, как наши.
У меня были открыты двери на многих машинах
Я становился большим, пока вы сильно расслаблялись
Итак, рэперы восхваляют Бога, (мой господин), как синагогу
Когда они подумали, что победили ненавистники, я причинил им всем боль.
Когда они подумали, что победили предатели, я кривил мяч
Я всегда прав, но веду себя так, будто никогда не слышал ни о чем плохом
И я знаю все это так, словно могу позвонить ботанику
Кларк Кент, но я уверен, что смогу снять рубашку.
Микстейп Мессия 4, это как будто я (щелк) зажигаю горелку, вы все
«Возьми горелки, возьми горелки, вот и мы снова»
Ты знаешь, кого улицы ждут, чтобы увидеть... меня.
«Возьми горелки, возьми горелки, вот и мы снова»
Микстейп Мессия, часть, поехали
Я пытаюсь преследовать зеленое лицо, как Волшебник страны Оз.
Взял дорогу из желтого кирпича, две скупые машины
Не хочешь слышать ничего настоящего? Тебе следует пропускать мои партии
Моя развязность станет еще выше, я буду сидеть на Марсе
Я не пишу в блогах и не общаюсь о том, какие певцы геи.
Я не меняю зеленые имена и не меняю все, что говорю.
Я не позволяю SoundScan уступать дорогу хромому
Ты можешь продать десять миллионов и все равно быть не тем, кем я играю.
Машина жемчужная, белая, как зубы, думаю, можно сказать, что я зубная нить.
Увидь меня и подумай о зеленом, например о Дне Святого Патрика или Бостоне.
Я веду, а они следуют, эти рэперы виновны в преследовании.
Подземелье умерло, но я собираюсь покинуть гроб.
