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E.l.o. - Текст песни Only Live Once
(Cheeks)
 These mothafuckas made it this way
 I show 'em mine
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 Official Queens crack stars gettin money
 Rollin trees in the backwoods
 Timberlands, ???, black hoods
 The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
 I fuck wit cats ???
 Keep my Timbo's covered
 We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks
 Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin chicks
 The hard times help me sharpen up
 We be in Watts, but still be sparkin up
 Love it when the day darken up
 My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
 I came through to display an art
 Yo, fuck you jealous niggas
 I take care a fam and I lay low
 I'm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo
 And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked
 You get yo dough, I get my dough
 Let's blow so we can kick it
 (Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x 
 You only live once so let's ride
 Let's take it to the top
 This one crew you can't stop
 (Street Connect)
 Yo is you mothafuckas out a yo mind?
 We them niggas that be holdin it down
 Half of the reason you live
 Other fifty percent of the reason you frown
 Behind the back you pop shit
 But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent
 Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
 Is you askin for a New York City war call?E.l.o. - Only Live Once - http://ru.motolyrics.com/elo/only-live-once-lyrics.html
 We keep it gritty for all a y'all
 But some you niggas act like you goin through menopause
 And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
 Slay 'em down, get in them drawers
 Been put on, what you tellin me for?
 Look at 'em beggin for more
 Either they yellin or givin applause
 Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor
 Goody niggas playin the wall
 And ??? bitches rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra
 We told y'all but ya wasn't tryna listen to us
(Hook)
 (Izzy Dead)
 Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real
 Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
 My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out
 In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out
 We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
 You neva touch nothin
 Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars
 I get a back massage from a bad European
 And switch my bird every season
 And I'm rollin up my treason
 But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
 But you good at talkin ya way out a shit, I be you is
 So I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kids
 Ghetto black widow
 What nigga, my mac glitto
 Attack ya hitto
 It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
 And crazy dough is what I'm in for
 Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch
 Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
 Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don't trust
(Hook)










