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Intro For Roger
作詞:David Blake
The stuff I seen it was inevitable I'd be a business man I knew that I would get some assistance whenever I took the stand Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other Until they in each other's face, and then they be cousins brothers
And loved ones, it's all just a race to see who can grab the most nuts And get back to the house in one payce You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, I'm around the world time Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they're fine
This is my intro, I'm scratchin' chingy, comin' blingy this time I'm showin' off my hands and free stylin', showin' you through my mind This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind To see that y'all would freak out me at an opportune time I shoulda seen it comin'
Niggaz tryin' to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin' to put this nigga outta this bitch You fuckin' with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin' to put this nigga outta this bitch
Niggaz tryin' to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin' to get this hooker outta this bitch She fuckin' with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin' to get this hooker outta this bitch
I live in Los Angelous, California It's the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya And then it's curtains you hurtin' for what yo' mob done been blurtin' When you don't love who you squirtin' 'cause she just might be workin'
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I ain't sharin' a fuckin' thing, I'm a rider for certain Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey Seekin' to suffer the homey's tweakin' Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin'
My best friend's dead, my heart is a stone My soul ain't even mine to own, they say it's alone And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song I'm comin' with pencils pistols and cristals you gone It's premeditated now nigga
Niggaz tryin' to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin' to put this nigga outta this bitch You fuckin' with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin' to put this nigga outta this bitch
Niggaz tryin' to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin' to get this hooker outta this bitch She fuckin' with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin' to get this hooker outta this bitch
Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit Family messin' with him, gangbangin', man Get his drink on, for a long time Trippin', gettin' on motorcycles man, and standin' on 'em
Losin' and fallin', scandalous-ass baby momma Lettin' homies, so-called homies fuck, tryin' to make my nigga look bad Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones That's what they get, keep on pushin' quik
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