| Times are getting so hard
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| I’ve always got to bogart
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| I love the shine so all the time I grind and rhyme and flow hard
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| I used to ride them go karts
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| Now I’m riding show cars
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| Ho’s jock when I ride the block, hop in mine and out of your car
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| Make a beezy blow hard
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| Just like my neezy Tomar
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| Take this pimpin' so far
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| Might catch me down in your car
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| I don’t fuck with no marks
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| Baby sell them ho parts
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| Feel it when I spill it girl, let me get to your heart
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| You say you don’t want no part
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| Because you done heard I blow cars
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| Don’t listen to them bomarks
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| They just some hating ho sharks
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| I’m so scarred and came so far
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| Sometimes when it’s sunny, girl, it rains so hard
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| Oh lord, don’t let me kill no mo
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| Don’t make me have to steal for a mill no mo
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| Times are getting so hard
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| I’ve always got to bogart
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| I love the shine so all the time I grind and rhyme and flow hard
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| I used to ride them go karts
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| Now I’m riding show cars
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| Ho’s jock when I ride the block, hop in mine and out of your car
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| Times are getting so hard
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| I’ve always got to bogart
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| I love the shine so all the time I grind and rhyme and flow hard
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| I used to ride them go karts
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| Now I’m riding show cars
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| Ho’s jock when I ride the block, hop in mine and out of your car
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| I’m forced to pack a pistol
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| Pimp crackers like Nabisco
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| I mack in San Fransisco
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| Just like I’m macking this flow
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| I never blow the whistle
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| Nigga, it’s official
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| Down to ride when the sides collide I’ll blap you with my missile
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| When you let that bitch go
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| I’mma make that bitch ho
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| And we gon' get that big dough
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| From Queens and Sacramento
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| I rap to instrumentals
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| While macking baby mental’s
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| Pack a chrome 40 with a red dot on me
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| Weapon and utensils
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| My game is sweet as mentos
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| I’m riding baby’s dentals
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| I’ve been running game on broads since fools was sliding pencils
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| Staying on my ten toes
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| Stomping like some insoles
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| They copy me like Kinko’s
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| When they see me in my clean clothes
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| Perpetrating, duplicating, imitating, pimpatrating
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| All ways hating, can’t relate, now you’re hater congregating
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| Won’t hate a domination, but man it’s combination
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| Of this gangster and this pimp, man he gon' rock the nation
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| Times are getting so hard
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| I’ve always got to bogart
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| I love the shine so all the time I grind and rhyme and flow hard
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| I used to ride them go karts
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| Now I’m riding show cars
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| Ho’s jock when I ride the block, hop in mine and out of your car
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| Times are getting so hard
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| I’ve always got to bogart
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| I love the shine so all the time I grind and rhyme and flow hard
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| I used to ride them go karts
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| Now I’m riding show cars
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| Ho’s jock when I ride the block, hop in mine and out of your car |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Hard (It's Not What You Say...) , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album The Best Of Mac Dre Volume Three, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп