Chorus:
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The streets don't sleep, the impudent ones don't sleep,
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And the cops don't sleep just to find out, but what do they have on me, huh? |
(x4)
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First couplet:
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You don't want to turn your life into mountains of ruins,
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And I want to upgrade the car and buy a Bentley.
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I miss two, I need even more turbines,
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I'm advancing in the darkness, try to forbid me.
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I am Michael Dudikoff silently knocking out enemies,
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I remember my million on account for the new year.
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I fall asleep with thoughts of setting a new record,
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It is more difficult than a house of cards to build a house of banknotes.
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I'm attracted to her, she doesn't want my money,
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I'm tired of these bitches that distract me from the goal.
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They do not make money and wait for ready-made solutions,
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And they stir up the head, but with the help of the neck.
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And I'm loaded in case you want trouble
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But my king will not be beaten by your broken jack.
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It's good to perform because I don't believe in your rap,
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And I also wanted to say if you are a rapper, I am not.
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Chorus:
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The streets don't sleep, the impudent ones don't sleep,
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And the cops don't sleep just to find out, but what do they have on me, huh? |
(x4)
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Second couplet:
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The streets need a buzz, the streets are looking for a buzz
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There is a buzz on the streets, because sleeping here is not at all a buzz.
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Banknotes fly on the table, and checks fly with a dream,
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They draw exactly as in school, as if now there is a test.
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The cash in my pockets prevents me from walking normally,
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If you want to live like me, get your ass off the couch.
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I can't wear fucking Dolce Gabbana
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Gucci Louis Brioni, I'm mafia Tony Montano.
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Fred Santana's rosary beats are spontaneous
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I'm a psycho, chatter will not die until the packaging of goods is in the huts.
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Dog, you don't know us, be quiet, you haven't seen us,
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We are driving UFOs on the highway from Moscow to St. Petersburg.
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Quiet, you don't know us, dog, you haven't seen us,
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We are driving UFOs on the highway from Moscow to St. Petersburg.
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Chorus:
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The streets don't sleep, the impudent ones don't sleep,
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And the cops don't sleep just to find out, but what do they have on me, huh? |
(x4) |