| Go ahead, laugh at me—I'm slap-happy
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| When I pack the «u-zay», they call me «Cool J»
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| Cause I’m cap-happy
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| I don’t see the purpose of talking
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| The hardest nigga walking the Earth
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| I could just ride by em, merc em, and chalk em
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| Put them in a hearse and a coffin
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| First of all, nigga—y'all need to just be EASY
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| And quit taking DRUGS
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| I turned your Evisu Jeans to Capris EASY
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| I bathed your Bathing Apes in BLOOD
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| Beefing with me?—you're going to be burning in hell, fam
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| All you gotta do is sound off— give a yell and
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| Come on out with your gown off
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| CHECK your mailbox and
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| Get a groundhog as your *permanent* mailman!
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| I’m from the «Dirty Glove» where motherfuckers kill COPS
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| FUCK standing out on them corners, nigga, we build SPOTS (Yeah)
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| We flip real-estate; |
| with the residuals from killing weight
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| If I ain’t getting cake, I ain’t feeling STRAIGHT
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| I got a heart, rock solid, money, I’m bout it
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| Streets is the place where I got IT, yeah
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| (Nigga I represent «Rock City»)
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| (Home of the rock solid rottweilers)
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| (We bout piling from the bottom to the top dollar)
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| And you can talk all you wanna (HOLLA)
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| But when I run up (Yeah)
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| You gon' wish you ain’t said NOTHI-ING, no
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| (Nigga—forget that cheese)
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| (Here to tell her, «Fix that weave»?)
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| (PLEASE, you fucking with a STREET nigga)
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| Go ahead, MUG at me—I'm THUG happy
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| Keep his head cool 'fore I put lead through a tool to skullcap (hah!)
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| We don’t be screaming no colors or popping our fingers (Naw)
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| We toured like «Ring-a-ling» Brothers, we shopped in Sardinia
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| Spent a lot on our daughters, we see you on them Sea-Doos
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| That ain’t what we do (uh-uh), we put the yacht on the water
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| Now let’s bet TRIPLE
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| While you in that «Best Western» (where you at?)
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| We in the snorkeling next to that «S.S. |
| Nickel» (Hoo!)
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| So put your money where your mouth at (uh-huh)
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| The stakes is high, and I ain’t talking bout from Outback!
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| You wait till you high to doubt that
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| And while you niggas ratting
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| Them triggers is CLACKING it STARTING to sound just like a MOUSE TRAP
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| I got the «Mark Cuban» lit
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| Looking at y’all millionaire niggas ball like, «Y'all ain’t doing SHIT.» |
| (Haha!)
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| THAT’S why I’m famous, spitting that flame
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| And money is the root of all *other* evil, that’s why I’m DANGEROUS!
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| Now you could
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| Say that I AM the way that I AM
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| Cause basically, it’s safe to say that that’s the way that I AM
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| It’s unsafe to try to see if I would spray the way that I AM
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| If you was trying to see if I’m what I say that I AM
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| The disappointment is in the BULLET
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| The miscommunication is in the MIND-FRAME
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| It’s basically a CON game
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| Just play your cards right cause you don’t know who’s BLUFFING
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| Alls you know is «Those who don’t gamble lose nothing»!
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| Nobody’s perfect, where it’s «kill or be killed»
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| Everybody’s chasing that cash; |
| nobody’s WORTH IT
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| Any nigga with money AIN’T trying to beef, cause
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| AIN’T no money in war, shit just ain’t FUNNY no more
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| You got dudes snitching and shit, BITCHING and shit
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| Guess they ASSUME that I got crews in the KITCHEN and shit
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| Just cause my jewels glisten and shit
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| They probably would LIKE me if they HEARD me
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| But niggas just REFUSE to listen to SHIT |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dream , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Best of the Bar Exam, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп