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Royce Da 5'9 - Текст песни Chips On Pistons - Blade Icewood
(feat. Blade Icewood, Ingrid Smalls, Jay Black)
[intro skit for first 43 seconds]
 [Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)]
 Yeah, yeah
 When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks
 Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back
 In my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala
 Where the pump just sit for them punks who trip
 But besides that, life's good - yeah
 This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood)
 [Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)]
 Icewood? (Icewood) I could
 Go home witchu baby if the pipe good
 [Royce Da 5'9"]
 We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us
 Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga
 When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers
 On your cell that's me callin to tell you
 That I ain't at home (yeah)
 I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone
 With six different funds
 Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on
 We send henchmen to wet ya
 In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
 Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she (yeah)
 Yellin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami
 [Chorus: Jay Black]
 If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me
 Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doin what you dooooo
 If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me
 Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it comin
 [Blade Icewood + (Ingrid)]
 Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown
 Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds
 Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me
 Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?)
 Five-Nine (Five-Nine)
Royce Da 5'9 - Chips On Pistons - Blade Icewood - http://ru.motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/chips-on-pistons-blade-icewood-lyrics.html
Pimp game got it goin from the first line
 Chain plenty hang time, yeah
 [Blade Icewood]
 G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin
 If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin
 Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap"
 It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap
 I got these shots for you haters (c'mon)
 Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her
 To hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot
 Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips
 On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that
 She thought it was all rap 'til she screamin on her back
 Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya
 In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
 Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she
 Sayin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami
[Chorus]
 [Royce Da 5'9"]
 Yeah, we hit makers with acres
 We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just
 Ball like the usual team, we stay whylin
 Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace
 Fuck with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights
 Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses
 In the G-4, in a suit, eatin souffl©
 In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play
 [Blade Icewood]
 Hey come over here!
 Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day
 Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay
 This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift
 Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips
 Yeahhh - side to side, I decide
 When the time is right for us to slide
 We ain't movin at the mansion yet, the panty's wet
 That's how you feel off a pill, why you panickin?
 Go away!
[Chorus]











