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Camron - Lord You Know - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
Okay, Dipset, Lets do it y'all

[Hook: Jahiem]
Now lord you know... just how hard i try, 
to live my life, and get it rights
trying to see some light, or even better.. 
way over way a new day, someday 
yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow 
it gets better I know, Tell you, I know 

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
Percuset, Demorel, capsules of paxil
cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
bitches might burn you, they runnin' with that clap too 
but the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated 
who had it confiscated, hate it 
when they take powder, up-state he take showers 
baby mom on greyhound for eight hours 
see her man face to face through a glass
on the phone, ten years he got chasin' that cash 
and he had the game in a smash
fell like the towers when the planes went on crash
it wasn't 9/11, but it was 9-1-1
gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
i told him get his nine and run
turned himself in i had to find that dumb, that's too long. 

[Hook: Jaheim] 

Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said I can't breeze through 
The fourty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you
Me who? please boo, landin' in that G2 
Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ
That's me, true. peach blue, hebrew 
Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fee stoop, steep whoo 
But it might lead to, that R2-D2, the mobsters creep through 
We da new PE, shittin PU
To da hood y'all don't need me, I need you
Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain
Always a snitch in the game, what you want, prison or fame? 
Neither one dun, long as my digits are sane 
He lookin' frigid, dig it make sure them digits get changed (why?) 
Cause I can't be in hell's cell, shout out to Mell' Mel
Cash and hell rell, Zeke doin' three, he even fell, hell 
He comin home a '07 and 12 cells (I got em') 
Cause you musta known, i can't trust the phones
For the dough you'll be like d'oh, stuck at home

(Hook: Jaheim) 

Nowadays dog they raid up in the ballparks 
Blaze 'em when they cross sharks
We raiders of da lost ark
I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs 
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box 
More props, R.I.P. my poor pops
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops 
My antennas will block the scanners (what else?)
I got blammaz you'll drop ya hammers 
Lawyers to watch lawyers, Cameras to watch cameras 
Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch grandma
In pajamas I snuck out to watch santa 
Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana 

[Hook til ending]
Добавлено: 22.07.2012
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