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 - Композиторы:
 - Smead Hudman
 - Austin Johnson
 - Ewart Dewgarde
 - Mr. Walt
 - Kamal Blake
 
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 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - black moon
 - duck down
 - rap
 
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Black Moon - Текст песни I Got Cha Opin
Yeah, original crooks, original heads
 We doing it like this
 Word up
 I woke up in the morning
 Hopped on a train, I saw my man
 He had an L in his hand
 Hide it from the beast
 At least I catch a bus
 Before I hit my block
 I take a mega hit fronting
 On the good ship lollipop
 Move the hop so I can
 Put the hip in the grip
 Everybody slip so I can
 Take a trip to the dip
 Dig a deeper hole
 Microphone control with soul
 Look at my hot eyes
 And tell me how could you be cold
 I'm coming to you from the underground
 With a thunder sound
 Number one question
 Yo, how can I be down
 But I tell you bring your lighter
 And roll your finger
 Back up on your lighter
 So you can see the fire finger
 Go from left to right then front to back
 Herbal verbal lead is giving the mic contact
 React whenever I keep your head scoping
 Ah, don't front you know I got cha opin
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Check my dialect from
 My diaphragm, my man (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Check my dialect from
 My diaphragm, my man
 Me and my crew walk the streets at night
 Like looking for the right one, baby
 If it's pay day, I'm at your doorstep
 I never sweat swinging the epp
 Nowadays cause my rep
 Is known for the tricks
 That is straight like toys
 In the cipher with my boys
 We be getting busy
 Wrecking shop, I drop the top
 Make the seeds pop
 From the live that I sparked
 Last night in the dark
 I be dedicated to the moon
 Cause it's black
 Resurrect, come back
 Tell me about the other side, jack
 Now we going back to
 Who Got The Props
 When I blew up the spot
 Last year on the box
 Black Moon - I Got Cha Opin - http://ru.motolyrics.com/black-moon/i-got-cha-opin-lyrics.html
 Pressure to come back
 With another fat single
 Not too underground to make you
 Stop when you mingle
 But bust it
 Pay attention to the third verse
 And I'm-a take you
 To another level first, yeah
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Now you're sweating Evil Dee
 Number one DJ (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Now you're sweating Evil Dee
 Number one DJ
 First of all, listen, I'm the N
 You know that when you see me at a show
 You better prepare for the flow
 Right away, I'm giving you a brighter day
 It's never sunny, still don't nothing move
 But the honey out the page
 So I enter the brother zone
 I come to the front of the stage
 And let you know who's
 On the phone, leave it alone
 See it's a hip hop thing
 Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame
 You can fool the rest but you can't fool me
 See, the best school me for the simple fact
 It's the g-o-d, buck to the shot
 Still took the techs and
 Buck took the rocks
 So forget the past, no more Shorty
 Strictly Buckshot, I rock you
 One down to forty below
 I gots to let her know that I am
 The day that never tire everytime
 I felt the fire
 People try this when your jam got cold
 Used to be the man now your band got old
 I know the plan, so I keep you scoping
 Don't front you know I got cha opin
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Check my dialect from
 My diaphragm, my man (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 It's the original heads, me and
 The original crooks (duck down)
 Don't front, you know I got cha opin
 Check my dialect from
 My diaphragm, my man
 Yeah, without no doubt
 This is dedicated to my man
 Big five, Big Trev
 Real's in the place to be
 We're coming to get you out, kid
 And we out, no doubt















