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2 Live Jews - Текст песни Free
[Freeway]
 Okay, I see where y'all goin
 Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
 Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
 Uh! Yeah!
 Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
 This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
 In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
 Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
 And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
 And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
 Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
 And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
 But they don't so they sittin for a minute
 That's the price of the game when you in it
 Your freedom get strippin away
 These niggas came through my hood with the nines
 My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
 Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
 Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
 Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
 Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
 Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
 Fuck kiss, get orgies
 One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
 Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
 But Freeway ain't all about the drama
 I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
 And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
 Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
 Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
 Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
 In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin2 Live Jews - Free - http://ru.motolyrics.com/2-live-jews/free-lyrics.html
 That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
 You can get shot in your face
 Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
 Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
 That's how I got my change, fam
 Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
 To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
 I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
 Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
 I can get ya chick on E
 See through her dress, get the address
 Give her the F, pass her to E
 They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
 I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
 And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
 That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
 Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
 Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
 Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
 But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
 Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
 Gettin paid and changin the game is me
 That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
 That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
 Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
 One verse can fuck up the game
 Kick in a door, icier chain
 Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
 Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
 My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
 And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
 But the game's sold not told, it ain't free











