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Lloyd Banks - Текст песни Change
"Change"
Yeaaaa..uhhh
 I like the way that sounds
 uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
 Check Check
 [Verse 1]
 Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
 One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
 From the trunk to the dump
 Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
 Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
 Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
 Thefore i dont fall in the category
 Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis 
 Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
 Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
 Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
 Especially, if ya rest next to me
 Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
 These old niggas want the new born sound
 Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
 Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
 Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
 I slip 100 proof till im ripped
 And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
 Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
 That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
 We got em long, short, all kind of toast
 Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
 To places you gettin 'round by boat
 I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
 Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
 A product of everything that made the apple rott
 This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
 The pro-tools and the wax
 Take a step back before ya catch a contact
 The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
 Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
 The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
 [Chorus]
 Alot of shit has changed since i cameLloyd Banks - Change - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/change-lyrics.html
 Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
 Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
 You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
 Rob a store before you walk around poor
 Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
 You fuelin up my fire when you hate
 So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
 I cant wait
 [Verse 2]
 And to the curtains close
 its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's, 
 Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
 these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
 Mac by the toilet bowl
 Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
 Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
 You drown in deep water
 Every nigga around come from the street corner
 Where you need your heat on ya
 Im on recline while my next CD climb
 South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
 NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
 A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
 And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
 For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
 Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
 Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
 I cant wait
 [Chorus]
 Alot of shit has changed since i came
 Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
 Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
 You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
 Rob a store before you walk around poor
 Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
 You fuelin up my fire when you hate
 So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
 I cant wait
 Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
 Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
 Boyyyyyyyyyyyy














