Текст песни N.O.R.E. feat. Gunplay - Talk 2 Em
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Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that Come after dollar signs talk to em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when Them killers 'round Glass of white Zinfandel Call in my nigga Dell slang shit, gang thick That shit is for sigadale Now everything is rigadelia From now on, I order work Like a scale, I perform I got my young'un with me He ain't smart so I the nigga dumbing with me You'll probably get it later Noreaga, wild connects with Al Quaeda Godfather, kush stuffed in the Garcia y Vega Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that Come after dollar signs talk to 'em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when Them killers 'round talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em Pour the Cris, please, pass that You still hand-to hand, I'm way past that I roll blunts, and ash that I'm on my white boy party shit, crash that So look in my eyes and see that I'm real Don't gotta talk about the things that I did You better talk to em I walk through the hood and I'm by myself And the Tec-9 is under my belt it goes Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that Come after dollar signs talk to 'em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when Them killers 'round talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em Blow ashes in their face, call em "Ashy Face" Run a marathon, dumb dudes get knocked Erased decapitate, I hire they head off On a platinum main course This is the main source Live at the barbecue Double dimmers an obstacle Blow green tropical, science is fiberoptical I maintain, this is my shit Heavy metal style, I had a hood most pit Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that Come after dollar signs talk to 'em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when Them killers 'round talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to 'em |
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