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Hatschi Boys - Текст песни Cocoa Leaf
[Pharrell in background]
 [Pharrell]
 Yo, hah huh, yo tell em
 [Verse - Pusha T]
 Kard' in me, I flow too angry for some
 Introduce myself I waving a gun
 Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus one
 Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down
 Known for popping four and putting cock in whore
 Love expensive homes of stones with pocket doors
 I fuck white whives, that drive white fives
 Go to court, testify for me and tell white lies
 When I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!"
 22 but childish how we cop them toys
 Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it
 Glock and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket
 [Verse - Boobonic]
 Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga around here
 I'm next level, motherfuckers is downstairs
 Niggaz call me a square, when I clock
 Cause I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it?
 Bottom line I'm the shit at all times
 Come through in the five, grippin all dimes
 Let's weigh mine to yours
 I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20
 Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, just money
 I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so funny
 X ya name, cause I'm next in the game to shine
 Y'all faggot rappers can't fuck wit mine
 [Chorus - Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x)
 Y'all niggaz walk wit no belief
 Y'all niggaz talk wit no relief
 When you see me wit that .44 know it's me
 Give up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf
 [Verse - Fam-Lay]
 Fam-Lay ain't scared y'all
 Look, I swear I ain't scared
 Six shots at his mink cap, watch our shit
 Look the nigga bout to die and he don't even know it
 I fucked wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at
 Have a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it
 And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it
 Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the nina
 I'm gifted, get shit straight from Argentina
 Three vicious pimps but they moms is meaner
 Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all should see 'emHatschi Boys - Cocoa Leaf - http://ru.motolyrics.com/hatschi-boys/cocoa-leaf-lyrics.html
 The boss is heavy, let off cross and steady
 Or even straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy
 [Verse - Mr. Man]
 In the ML 430, block crack and twist em
 Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar system
 Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked
 You better than what? More hoes than who?
 Can't na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo
 Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit
 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
 When my block getting money, everything is fine
 Cop two bricks, stole ride roun' nine
 Now I'm the shit, the clique is cool
 And we boost six hours shift, fuck school
 Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow your cool
[Chorus]
 [Verse - Rosco P. Coldchain]
 Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
 Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy
 I'm far from patient, it take something minor to push me
 I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it
 Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for Porter
 Coldchain nigga I'll take yours and sport it
 And if you pussies got something to say about that
 You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about that
 On the spot, that moment, that second about that
 I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
 Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking your top
 And while you're on the pavement bleeding to death
 I'll proceed to inspect - your pockets
 Fingers, wrists, and your neck
 I want the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes
 [Verse - Malice]
 When I come it's wit 10 friends and a cross beam
 Red dot pulsating on his offspring
 Far from fiction what I kick in these flows
 I'm the proud pop of them twin fo fo's
 Mac and nine milly, ice quite chilly
 I chase that paper, being broke? that's silly
 What's worse than a group a niggaz wit no say?
 We skip to the front of the line and don't pay
 His stash at the foot of the bed, you don't say
 Fill his Dolce wit more holes than crochet
 No deal go down wit out a gun involved
 Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars
[Chorus - to fade]















