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Dead Prez - Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) - текст песни, видео

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Dead Prez - Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
Holton Street 
Dean Street (click clack) 
President (uh huh) 
Nostril out (DP's) 
Orange Al (RPG's) 
Tee Town (Who wanna ride?) 
Come on, Come on 

Sittin' in the living room on the floor 
All the pain got me on some migraine shit 
But I'm gonna maintain 
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name 
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing 
Ready for a cake 
Better plot for the paper 
We been living in the dark since April 
On the candle 
Gotta get a handle 
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper 
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page 
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid 
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver 
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face 
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors 
Head to the notorious Southside 
One weapon to the four of us 
Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights 
White boy in the wrong place at the right time 
Soon as the car door open up he mine 
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose 
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes 
You know what this is 
It's a stick up 
Gimme the do' from your pickups 
You ran into the wrong niggaz 
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes 
So we split up and met back at the apartment 

Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (well lets ride then) 
Hell yeah, Hell yeah 

I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid 
Let's go to the DMV 
And get a ID 
The name says you but the fates is me 
Now it's your turn take my paper work 
Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work 
Then, fill out the credit card application 
And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting 
For American Express 
It's cause we card 
Platinum visa, master card 
Cause we was spooked as shit like we's was targets 
Now we just walk right up and say charge it 
To the game we rocking brand names 
Goin on out the park store chains 
We even got the boys in the crew a few things 
Po Po never know who to true blame 
Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling 
Wait two weeks report the car stolen 
Repeat this like a like a laundry mat 
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch 
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags 
We can take it right back then get the cash 
Yea, get a friend and then do it again 
Damn right that's how we paid the rent 

Hell yeah 
Time to get this paper 
I'm down for the caper 
Please steady on 
It's a deadly struggle 
We all gotta hustle 
This is the way we survive 

I know a caper 
We can get some government paper 
You know food stamps can we really do that 
Hell yea, right there for the taking 
Fuck welfare we say reparations 
And, uh, you know the grind 
Get up early get in the line and just wait 
Everybody on break that's part of the game 
And when they call your name 
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim 
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless 
But I gotta eat regardless 
No family to run to I'm 22 
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do 
My sad story made her feel close to me 
I made her feel like it was an emergency 
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe 
I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) 

Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day 
I find out how to pimp on the system 
Two steps ahead of the manager 
Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register 
And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise 
And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches 
And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit 
We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions 
Got me flippin' burgers with no power 
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour 
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position 
I take mine off the top like a politician 
Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living 
I got mouths to feed I gots to get it 

Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?) 
Hell yeah (well lets ride then) 
Hell yeah 

If you coming gangsta 
Then bring on the system 
And show that you ready to ride 
Till we get our freedom 
We got to get over 
Please steady on the grind 
Добавлено: 19.05.2012
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