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411 - Текст песни Sticky Now
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 (Scratching) 4x
 Smoke smoke smoke
 Smoke smoke smoke
 Smoke smoke smoke sticky now
 (City Spud)
 Now for real I be the break 'em off
 Ho hopper, trick knocker
 Nobody does it like we do we's proper
 Biggie like Papa when I dropper
 Lying on that ass now we fucking till the beat don't stopper
 Could it be I move too smooth?
 Grooves that will make the whole party move
 Spots I keep them hot so honies be out to trot
 Yo I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lot
 (Hook City Spud)
 So watch me now
 Niggas wonder how
 I'm spiffy now
 So the bitches pick me now
 See watch me now
 Niggas wonder how
 I'm spiffy now
 So the bitches pick me now
 Tell them watch me now
 Niggas wonder how
 I'm picky now
 Smoke sticky now
 Tell them watch me now
 Niggas wonder how
 I'm spiffy now
 Bitches pick me now
 (City Spud)
 Now everyone wanna try and stop this dude
 Pop this dude, drop this dude
 Try to top this dude, plus test my crew
 Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude
 But why every time I around we's cool?
 Watch them act a fool
 When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise
 My dues been paid
 Rats been laid
 Many gats been sprayed
 Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face
 See me through your shades, blow up like grenades
 Try to fade this team, you know what that mean
 Head full of dreams
 Go on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar team
 Shining like rings
 Taking over everything with this lyrical scheme
 We be like fiends when it comes to the money
 Be are end for hur-tin-in'
(Hook)
 (Murphy Lee)411 - Sticky Now - http://ru.motolyrics.com/411/sticky-now-lyrics.html
 I keep's it going on and on
 Little T I like's to rock shit
 Keep that head pop shit
 Keep on making profits
 What you know about this?
 Nothing at all, cause my shits gall like these hos on my balls
 I be that "Hit 'em once see you later" I holler
 No need to bother little Torii about a dollar
 Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all
 "A po's office ho about to get you for your L dawg"
 Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers
 Torii "Murphy Lee" ain't your average rich nigga
 Saint Louis representer and I remember
 Hos can give a fuck about my beater in December
 But now it's a holiday and follow me
 Up North like Hollany
 Booty call like Bellamy
 Nag, what you telling me?
 Now it's all-good
 You's a star spelled backwards
 Go on back to your hood
 (Nelly)
 Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax Fri. and Sat.
 Pay attention while as I drop this shit on y'ass
 Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt
 Got them ??? on their knees
 You cats that wanna be down you just get ready for your lead
 Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics East Coast
 Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm just your neighbor
 One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus
 Stop your ass like sinus, congestion 'till you learn your lesson
 Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no future
 Mammas call me a loser
 Huh, but watch me prove I can Buckeye like Ohio
 Keeping Pace like Orlando
 I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr is "Book 'em Dano"
 Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too much
 I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such and such
 I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas
 Out that Hall of Fame
 Lyrics ride tracks better than trains
 Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like lanes
 Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain
 Everybody shake your hand ain't your partner fool
 Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we cool
 Clearer than ice water
 See your whole plans to shake me up
 Let up before I wet up your whole fucking getup
 Spit up a lung you'd got that wind knocked out
 Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt
 Lunatics run the house
(Hook)
 (Scratching)
 Smoke smoke smoke sticky now
 (City Spud)
 So watch me now

















