Communications - текст песни
Communications
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Just got off the jack with my son thats up north
Tellin me he’s comin homeand how he’s gettin off
’cuz his game was weakkilled two monthshe’s back in the streets
With new plansto expandto jerk his mans man
We had the ultimate stick updropon the brick pick up
But yo he can’t’cuz he’s still locked up
Jump back on the horn ’cuz his vibe was strong
Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone
I talked to poet firstyo sonI got a mish-shon
Grab the ammunnish-shonpump up your pythons
I know a spot where niggas gettin itand we can flip on
Son they frustrate me’cuz these niggas pump with no heat
They play the night time sweetlike they can’t get beat
I got their addressto where they rest and stash their shit
YoI peeped it out how we can creepyo yo yo
These niggas stay sleep
Makin salessmokin outand they all get ? geeked?
Lets catch ’em zoningbrain underhigh and headed home and
When they least expect itlets put the gat to his dome
He stuck the key in the doorwe ? ? ? four four
We pushed our way inwe wasnt playin
Ready to spray ’emtied him down to the a.m.
Now we layinfor a beamerand some bitch named fatima
Chorus: prince ad
Communicate for the cakepolly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the isle with son we can’t be late
We got moves to makeflood the whole new york state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Communicate for the cakepolly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the isle with son we can’t be late
We got moves to makeflood the whole new york state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Now we travel with the ? crills rock?
Pnoydonslaught on the hottest road with a car load’a shit
Isolated on ya whipon the south i-95lightin off and more drive
? diggy with the seats sung?
Half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin
Clouds of smokeyo this lifes no joke
We from qb sonwe ain’t tryin to be broke
We makin moves to where the money’s atget it up and bring it back
New cats the boogie ot knew how to work it
Get the moneycouldn’t keep it ’cuz they jerked it
Bad habitslivin lavishrockin front and cabbage
Tyrin to follow the leaderbut paul paid for peter
The dirty south ain’t the place to signson keep ya heat up
I’m from nycity slickerbeat’choo with the g quicker
Business so well I’ll have your towns clientelle
Kyron but me on through the cellmy ot
Get that brick money sonI’ll meet you back in qb
See we flee offknow how to gee offknow how to eat off
Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat off
See we prefer to skateto get this food on our plate
And keep our name low key on this new york state
You know how ? rule? quiet is keptlets get this money fool
Chorus
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