Текст песни Topless

[Eminem]
Yea Yea
No roof
Live life topless can't nobody stop this A this the DR
Charger saving artists out da E R
Bring em back to life beats like CPR
Made the west side world wide
No PR
Gangsta rap god
I'm a end all be all
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs
The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off
The greatest in the game
Haters should be ashamed to not acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings
Brought Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean
Now the game full of puppies look at me no strings
Again and again I've shown you've seen me piss on niggas egos
Ruin they self-esteem
Sky the limit no roof I can do what you dream
Done it all foe you eva did a thing NA MEEN
Tees and black jeans no bling just bang
Officially deranged
Clinically insane
Look Eazy ain't a damn thang changed
I promise still live like we did back when Straight Out Of Compton
Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit
Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing that bull shit
That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record play
Not a blemish on my image decorated resume
A legendary legacy
All that I was you'll neva be
Fuck is ya'll tellin me? Forever on top
Face it you'll neva be better than the Doc
Ask Pac
Again I say it's neva gone stop
Face it you'll neva be greater than the Doc
Ask Pac

[Chorus]
Guns blaze when I shineDr Dre - Topless - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dr-dre/topless-lyrics.html
Nigga wish quick
No startin I'm the shootin kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine
I drink Topless, I live Topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I drink Topless, I live Topless
Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now

[Nas]
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin
Vivid on my skin how many continents I've visit then you could journey with me to different places by listenin
Shittin on em
Ya brutha got it covered we can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it
A hustler's with
The grit the grind
My genetic code make-up
Murderer by design
On my calendar time when night meets day
I'm in a light grey bugatti like a high-speed chase
Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place
The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates trying to keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife see what these hoes can buy me
Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind me
Hotel's a 7 star
Begets glowin
Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin topless

[Chorus]
Guns blaze when I shine
Nigga wish quick
No startin I'm the shootin kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine
I drink Topless, I live Topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I drink Topless, I live Topless
Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now