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Clipse f/ Pharrell Williams, Rosco P. Coldchain - Текст песни Chinese New Year
[Chorus - Pusha T] (Pharrell)
 I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
 Judging by my steel I got something to do here
 Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
 Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
 (Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)
 (Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)
 [Verse - Pusha T]
 Mask on face, glock in hand
 I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man
 Never listen to my parents like an orphan man
 Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands
 Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
 Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan
 My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac-Man; my wish her command, UH!
 ADT's ain't stop me. Simple like ABC's
 Snip cut game just as easy as 1-2-3
 Breaking an entry so elementary
 Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do
 Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue
 And your man and them for trying to be hustlers too
 Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt
[Chorus]
 [Verse - Malice]
 Let's play cops and robbers, and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martars
 As well as niggaz wit plots to rob us
 Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker into shuttas
 Wit them 911's revin, gunfire leave brethren remains like 9/11Clipse f/ Pharrell Williams, Rosco P. Coldchain - Chinese New Year - http://ru.motolyrics.com/clipse-f-pharrell-williams-rosco-p-coldchain/chinese-new-year-lyrics.html
 And get the sounds of rounds dispensing
 That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing
 When I picture bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh, it tears me to pieces
 Cooperate, escaping useless; trust me I'm your friend, I will talk you through this
 Trick or treat niggaz wit hoods want the goods
 I feel like Robin Hood when I share it wit my hood
 Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit
 Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants
[Chorus]
 [Verse - Rosco P. Coldchain]
 Sympathy? I feel none
 When you hear that humming, common sense to take a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
 Your dying would absolutely make my day
 Why he had to go look who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed
 This is what I did to him, shoved a grenade in his mouth
 Hurried out his crib, before that
 My niggaz raped his bitch, molested his kids
 Filled it wit gas, lit a match, and blew up the shit
 While on this earth, if I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol tight
 When we meet in the afterlife, Coldchain I'm the black one that bleed
 Rosco P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze
 97 P will make you drop to your knees
 Before you know it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling free
 I'm young, black and I just don't give a fuck
 Big gun on my waist, drugs in the trunk
 Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, com-press me
[Chorus]
















