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Clipse F/ Fabolous - Текст песни Comedy Central
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
 (Verse 1 - Malice)
 Say dog, let's not get involved
 You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
 Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
 Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
 And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
 They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
 Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
 I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
 I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
 I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke
 And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
 But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
 I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
 Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
 Tonight friend, until we meet again
 But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
 I never front, like I'm something I'm not
 Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
 Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
 And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
 Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
 Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
 They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
 And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on
 (Verse 3 - Fabolous)
 They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
 I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
 This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
 If you ain't in the itinerary
 I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
 Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry
 Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
 E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contactsClipse F/ Fabolous - Comedy Central - http://ru.motolyrics.com/clipse-f-fabolous/comedy-central-lyrics.html
 I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac
 In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
 The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches
 Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches
 I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
 That have under covers and po', with cover and slow
 The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
 Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow
 (Verse 3 - Pusha T)
 Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
 I turn over caine, over and over again
 Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
 Be back the next day, still up in the same way
 As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
 I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
 Now bless ya, and of to my next venture
 Blocks so white, June look like December
 Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
 So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
 Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
 Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*)
 Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in
 In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
 Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
 It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
 Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
 When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
 I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
 Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
 Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda
 You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Skit at end of the song begins)













