| Kick back while I romp, rap, perk, and get keyed
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| I got a fifth of heem and some hurt ya dick weed
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| Taking fat sips of the hennesey
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| And if I ain’t drunk now, I’m finna be
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| Its the cold crest capper on the microphone
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| Making sucka sounding punks straight leave it alone
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| From the G-H-E-TT-O, land of the freaky ho
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| Where niggas get the cock, bust a nut, say beep me ho
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| No time for kickin' it, niggas be dickin' it
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| No money for movies ho, so dont even mention it
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| Cause times are too rough, its hard to do stuff
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| The crack’ll slack, I need to try some new stuff
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| I need to start packin', dressin' in black and
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| Come out after 12 with my gat and start jackin'
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| Cars with beat, taking money from freaks
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| And even jack that motherfucka on the corner who geeks
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| I gotta survive and try to stay alive ho
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| Life is like cracker jacks but money’s the prize though
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| 24−7 on a get mail mission
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| Times are getting crazy but you dont listen
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| Young brothas grow up, become tight and thangs
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| Just a few close niggas the rollers call 'em a gang
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| I can’t understand how these devils think
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| I need to get my nine and cold take me a drink
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| And get sick wit it, they can’t get wit it
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| They need to eat my ass, and suck some dick wit it…
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| One more time back at you
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| With a nice smooth beat to rap to
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| Its young MD from the romp baby
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| And I’m on my way to the top baby
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| I got a one way ticket, theres not return
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| And sucka MC’s better wait your turn
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| Cause I’m a fly young brotha with a gift of gab
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| And bitch dont let it get ya mad
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| I be straight shift strikin', and never would I be hikin'
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| Lots of dank, and lots of drank is what a nigga be likin'
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| Straight romp bandit, the rollers can’t understand it
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| When they run up in my house and come out empty handed
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| UGH, they can’t touch Dre
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| Cause I’m a cold crest creeper makin' much pay
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| Doin' it the only way I know how
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| And these many of styles, got me on top of the pile
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| Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell
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| Rollers try to keep me in they J-A-I-L
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| But I B-A-I-L, spending my mail
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| Just to get out of the C-E-LL…
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| Last… but not least
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| Mac muthafuckin' Dre is on the mic G
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| Listen party people as I get dumb
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| I got stupid dope lyrics let me spit 'em
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| It’s the riggity riggity riggity romp stizzar
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| You know hoes wanna ride in my cizzar
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| But none never ever get fizzar
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| Maybe 'til there is no stizzar
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| Cause its P-I-M-P-I-N-G
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| Ho come pay me my money
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| Cause the D-I-C-K dont come free
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| As long as I got you I won’t slang the D
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| Cause I’m too damn vicious, you can’t get wit this
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| You won’t get kisses, you’ll just get dick bitch
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| Its MD on the mic ho
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| And never say never cause you might blow
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| For some of you hoes it might take some time
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| But when I spit that rhyme and cold blow your mind
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| Fuck you for a while then take a nap
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| Then you’re waking me up blowing me off the map
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| Put on my clothes and I’m on my way
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| And you wish you wouldn’t’ve fucked with the mac named Dre…
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| «and my number one rule is run up through it» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Playah (Young Black Brotha), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп