Текст песни Z-Ro - Always
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Look, I woke up in this bitch like haah We some trill niggas In a gang of paper like haah Hand full of gold and purple and it Ain't the Lakers like boy Playa shit, now your girl she boppin' When you drunk and start to Think your party poppin' Imma pick and roll It look like Karl and Stockton From the town of hustle like Hardwood All the hoes we passin Every car gets choppin' If you talkin' bars Then I'm the hardest out here Shit yo favorite artist like a porta pottie And these rap niggas so fake to me You niggas make believe You niggas can't compete I'm gettin' paid to speak You niggas pay your fees That's some minor shit Hoe this the major league bitch nigga, I Born to lose but I'm raised to win Bitch nigga, I When you trill mane, you just can't pretend Bitch nigga, I Bad hoes, got em chest to chest But I'm about my paper I ain't payin for sex I just want the head, I'm like Professor X Only UGK shit can bless the deck I'm Big Steve for real, I resurrect the best Never sold a drug but took my show money Let my partna flip it Call it stretch a check And all these haters talk shit But they don't damage none Hiram Clarke I really never plan to run Started with a little tryna manage crumbs Now I'm a 6 figure nigga still I am the one like Wish they would try to step on my shoes Bitch I'm worth too much money Hoe you got me confused With some other guy, bitch that ain't me Bitch you can get this dick But conversation ain't free Trill niggas from the city Represent it all day On a hustle for that paper bitch We bout that all day Drop that top we pop that trunk we Hit that spot we shut it down Niggas know we bout to kill it Every time we come around Uh i pulled up in that 4 door Bentley but I pulled off in a 2 seater Yeah I started my career with a nigga named Ended up with a nigga named New NWA around here who got Something to say around here A lotta people inviting me but That young nigga Propain The only one that got Joseph McVey around here I went HAM last year This year I'm goin filet another $100 000 that's where I'm going today Yeah the cameras flashin' They tryna see me and my people but You and yo hoe in the way I go in, then I go hard when I'm in there I take it where these other rappers can't My nigga I'm the God Rapper Do you really think I give a Fuck what these other rapper think Rappers bookin' shows now cause they ain't Got no more rap money I appreciate that deposit chief You know you ain't gettin' That fact from me Fuckin' right, imma go to another club If another club got that 10 racks for me If it's beef my nigga just come to Mo City Get out ya shit and just ask for me I'm a Houston Rocket, a Houston Texan A Houston Astro and all that I'm a Houston gangsta, if you ain't gangsta When you come to Houston better fall back Better stay on Post Oak, the friendly end Over the Belt Way ain't no friendly men Salute all my people that's in the pen When Pharaoh come home put him in a Benz Wish they would try to step on my shoes Bitch I'm worth too much money Hoe you got me confused With some other guy, bitch that ain't me Bitch you can get this dick But conversation ain't free Trill niggas from the city Represent it all day On a hustle for that paper bitch We bout that all day Drop that top we pop that trunk we Hit that spot we shut it down Niggas know we bout to kill it Every time we come around Yeah man you know I can recall vividly man Standin' on that corner man, you know Herschelwood and Windemere Hand full of rocks man Maybe 40 or 50 dollars worth of rocks man And I can remember man Corey Blount and Quincy and Bubba And Stick comin' thru in them slants Red on white, 4's, bumpin, kit's, grills You know the real red outta Ike You know, I'm talkin' bout 30 40 thousand dollars worth of slab And here you are with 50 60 dollars worth of rocks in your hand man It seemed so far away man It seemed like we'd never make it Yeah, I remember those girls man Standin' out in front of the High school at Jones man And, we'd walk out and ask em For their phone numbers man And they're lookin' at us like You know like we had a Pile of shit on us or something at the time You know And Blount and them just comin' thru man And all this was based on slab man, and That's when slab really meant Something you know Смотрите также:
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Казалось, что мы никогда не сделаем это
Да, я помню тех девушек, мужчина
Стоять перед
Средняя школа в Jones Man
И мы бы вышли и спросили их
Для их номеров по телефону
И они смотрят на нас, как
Вы знаете, что у нас был
Куча дерьма на нас или что -то в этом роде
Ты знаешь
И Блаунт и их просто пройдут через мужчину
И все это было основано на пленке, и
Вот когда плита действительно имела в виду
То, что вы знаете
