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Harlem World f/ Snoop Dogg - Текст песни Cali Chronic
[Loon]
 Turn it up
 (Verse 1)
 [Loon] Yo, when I roll, you know the gats be out
 So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
 I call in from the pen
 To try to see what that be 'bout
 Cause I catch a fool, slip and yo, his ass is out
 [Huddy Combs] Hud
 Stay on the low
 Pop two cops
 Thug
 Against All Odds
 Like 2Pac
 I'm caked up
 Dog-tired from Jacob
 Platinum
 Reach for it, then wake up
 [Loon] For top dollar, yo, I squeeze my trigger
 And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
 Cause I'm down for whatever
 Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
 Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever
 [Huddy Combs] Niggas hate to see a G come up
 Young niggas that run up
 Get gun up
 That's for real
 Seen a nigga pass the steel
 Even wink, and your ass get killed
 All Out
 Chorus: Meeno
 This is for the know-knotters
 Six-four riders
 All the ones are lowriders
 All weed smokers
 Olde E. sippers
 All dead homies and O.G. niggas
 Throw it up
 This is for the know-knotters
 Six-four riders
 All the ones are lowriders
 Whether blue'd out
 Or flamed out
 Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
 Yay-i-yay
 [Verse 2: Meeno]
 Light up the
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 Touch the untouchable
 Brother that's in front of you
 Harlem U.S.A. be the place that I come from
 29th and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
 Vacant lots, be the route, that we used to run from
 Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
 It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
 Close food, shop down, send them across the street
 My force overheat, cause the cause is cheap
 Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
 Dos Bruce
 LB, and even Stevie D
 Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
 NRB
 Be the click they claim to be
 So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
Repeat Chorus
 [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
 Welcome To My World, nigga
 Where it's V.I.P.
 And the bitches and the bud for free
 We raisin' it up
 Dippin' (Uh hun)
 Givin' it up
 I'm blazin' it up, we crippin' {*inhale*}
 Not givin' a [{*fuck*}] (What?)
 Now as I
 Walk through your backyard, knockin' down your trash
 You move too fast, I'm quick to bite you on your ass {*growl*}
 Ain't no leash in a beach
 Dawg, we mops
 And dustin' off mobs (Uh hun)
 Is our jobs
 Heat tucked close
 He cutthroat (What?)
 We cut close
 For real, though
 JD, how you feel, though
 Fresh off the plane, nigga, LAX
 Snoopy, where the weed at (Where the [{*weed*}] at)
 Nigga, you know I'm on deck
 I'm in a lowrider, stretched out with a bulletproof vest
 Cause every nigga out west
 Think he Scarface or Elliot Ness
 Look what the wind, blew in, I'm off that Hen
 Toss the gin (Toss it)
 I brought some friends, we hollin' "HARLEM WORLD!"
Repeat Chorus Twice
















