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Lil Wayne - Gossip - текст песни, видео

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I hate this, 
And I don't walkin around looking for it ya know 
But yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found me you know like 
Gossip found me 
Then why don't you try prove it 
You don't know how to prove it, 
Well what you just you do is.. 
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, 

Stop hatin on a n*gga that is a weak emotion 
The lady of a n*gga 
And You can get tip like you waitin on a n*gga 
Put a body bag in the apron on a n*gga 
I give my all behind the mic 
But you could never see if you sit behind the light 
You don't have to pick me 
To win the title fight 
But I'm gonna win a championship belt so tight 
And if I'm wrong there is no right 
And if I'm wrong there is no white 
I'm triin to be polite 
But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin po-lice 
My flow is rare 
There's other rappers nice 
These other rappers bark 
Some other even bite 
But I'm much more bright 
I give the game sight 
So before you dim the light 
You just might might wanna 

Think it over, think it over, ooo think it over baby 

Stop analyzing 
You should realize 
What I am is 'n start epitomizing 
Got the heart of the biggest lion 
Confident like fuck em all 
Pull out my dick and ride it 
My flow sick so sick its like my shit is dyin' 
It rains a lot in my city 
Cuz my city's cry's' 
'cuz my cities dyin'' 
But I emerge from all of that 
I am a livin' pioneer 
Fear god not them 
Steer my robbin'' coupe through the streets to the booth 

Then I leave a tub in the booth 
I leave a blood bath 
Sorry there's a tub in the booth 
Now where the drugs at 
Like the strings on the shoe 
No nigga fuck that 
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot 
Where new Orleans at? 
I build hip hop store me like a bus pass 
So in your possession 
I must ask 

Hey haven't I been good to you tell me haven't I been sweet to you 

Drag my name through the mud 
I come out clean 
Cast away stones 
I wont even blink 
A gun is not a math problem 
I wont even think 
Just leave your dead like the mink under my sink 
Don't believe in me 
Don't believe me 
I graduated from hungry 
And made it to greedy 
My flow is like pasta 
Take it and eat it 
But I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a ziti 
You niggas want beef 
I want a steak and a weevy 
Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be 
Hard body nigga takin' it easy 
All about my paper bout my paper like easy 
Why do rappers why do rappers lot a fans lot a rappers lot a rappers lie like that 
Cut the mutha fuckin camera 
Cut the check 
Fuck your props 

I AM hip hop 

& i aint dead I'm alive.
Добавлено: 16.10.2013
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