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La Union - So Many Days - текст песни, видео

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featuring K. Born, Ras Kass 


Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs. 
Blew the video. Ras Kass 
Organized rhymes, nigga 

Verse 1: Ras Kass 

I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core 
Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat. 
If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy 
Groupies get the bozack 
Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack 
Shit lowjack and you know that 
I ain't never bout wit down nigga 
Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama 
Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas 
You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies 
MC's live like catterpilla (pilla) 
Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paid 
Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers 
for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's 
Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew 
Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass 
and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer 
Some say my attitude is fucked up and real crummy 
since I come from the state where it's always sunny 
Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said: 
No child, I work hoes for the money 

Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born: 

So many days, so many nights. 
So many mics blown. 
So many ways to die, so many strive. 
So many days, so many nights. 
So many mics blown. 
So many ways to die, so many try. 

Verse 2: K. Born 

How you do that there ? 
Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please 
Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis 
I got my front and my back, like prevysesis 
So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated 
I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated 
My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends 
And I'm still on critically, 
the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically 
So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true) 
I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company 
Once before the icore. Switch my soft war 
Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast 
Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees 
Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet) 
You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution 
Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston 
You feel me ? I do shit 

Chorus repeated once
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