| You want the money? |
| Wanna be a big mack, dog?
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| You swimmin' in women on backlog
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| Daydreamin' 'bout the dividends
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| The little homie said, «Man, I’m 'bout to get it in»
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| It’s just a sign of the times
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| You get a little older, now you wanna do crimes
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| He went to jail and now he’s got big muscles
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| He don’t think he failed, he just picked the wrong hustle
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| Came home, went straight to the block
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| He got a P.O. |
| but he don’t care about the cops
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| Pockets full of rocks, hella money in his sock
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| Rims and paint, he don’t wanna ride stock
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| Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock
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| And a lot of girls walkin' down the street gon' stop
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| And tell each other how they love you
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| You gettin' money and they all wanna fuck you
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| I’m tryin' to come up, oh
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| I’m tryin' to come up, got to keep on movin'
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| Come up, oh
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| I’m tryin' to come up, oh
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| The world is violent, so what you yellin' «peace» for?
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| Gotta take another ride in a police car
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| They don’t you don’t tell no lies
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| 'Cause the judge gon' set your bail so high for crack
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| You never shoulda sold it
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| 'Cause everything you know, you told it
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| I thought you was a cocaine cowboy
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| You caught a case, and what you doin' now, boy?
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| You singin' that same old song
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| Tellin' on your homeboys so you can go home
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| And now who’s gon' win?
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| I don’t need enemies if you my friend
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| You just another crab in the barrel
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| I’m tryin' to see the top, stop grabbin', it’s frail
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| I know you wanna come up, make a few mil
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| But the homies gon' kill you if you tell
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| I’m tryin' to come up, oh
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| I’m tryin' to come up, got to keep on movin'
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| Come up, oh
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| I’m tryin' to come up, oh
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| (C.O., nigga, West Oakland, BTT, nigga)
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| I got a two-year joint suspension bundled in my bitch coochie
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| High tech in my styrofoam, she just popped a half a louie
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| Ridin' with my hockey stick, I’m just tryin' to camouflage
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| Just hit a grower house, it’s drying out in my garage
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| P.O. |
| fuckin' with me, say I gotta find a job
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| Honeymoon comin' up, bitch, I’m married to the mob
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| I’m just tryin' to come up before a nigga lock me down
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| I’d do life in Salinas for feedin' a nigga 50 rounds
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| I’ma say slow down before a nigga go down
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| Before a nigga starve, I’d funk with the whole Town
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| Tired of cookin' coke, I need grown man money
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| Some of that business, foreign car, own land money
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| I’m just tryin' to get dough, but a nigga will skit quick
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| Them hollows gotta get my point across, then so be it
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| And me and God, we got a real good agreement
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| I won’t start no shit, but if they try me, I"m swingin'
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| I’m tryin' to do right, just tryin' to get by
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| Feel like I’m about to lose my mind if I got to keep on doing crime
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| I’m tryin' to come up, can’t do this no more
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| I gotta come up, ooh ooh
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| I’m tryin' to come up
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| I’m tryin' to come up
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| Said I’m tryin' to come up
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| I’m tryin' to come up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trying to Come Up , by - Too Short. Song from the album No Trespassing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп