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Grown Shit - текст песни



Grown Shit


[intro]

Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep

Dont stop won't stop won't quit

Never could never would

Mac Dre back wit some more shit

You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)

Come on man



[verse 1]

I'm a rap matic track addict

And I'm back at it

Play me a beat with this heat I'm a blap at it

The cat scated, when the mac spatted

You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted

Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head

Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said

Pot head, hot head nigga that got dreads

Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead

My bed, you might see three things

High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings

I see things, through my pimpin glasses

Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes

I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes

Might wear stunnas without the lenses

I'm off the hinges I handle business

Leave no clues, witness, or forensics

No co-defendance all by my lonesome

Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom

I doce em, at the four way stop sign

Forty HK don't fuck with Glock nine

I rock rhymes, I'm a star I'm famous

Got my own language cool when I slang it

Oh, I'm all out the door

351 with the shift in the floor



[chorus x2]

Come on you beezy lets do some grown shit

Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit

When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool I don't quit

Unborn kids, nut I own shit



[verse 2]

Dre rock rhymes from here to New York

Only smoke rope no coke or New Ports

Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork

Rapping is a sport and this is my court

Do anything to win my referees cheat

I flagrant foul and bruise to beat

Read em and weap

I'm a royal flush

Give me some shrums

So I can get mushed

Kick dust, always in something tight

Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe

Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, nigga he know

I'm well connected I know big wells

Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals

But nigga it never fails

The shit don't stop when I drop hella sales

Hella mail, call me the postman

From Vallejo born in Oakland

Yolking, Dodge Diplomats

Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat



[chorus x2 to end]



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