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The Game - Church For Thugs - текст песни, видео

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The Game - Church For Thugs - текст песни, видео

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[Verse 1]
                      To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided
                      Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch
                      And I can't forget
                      My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted 
                      Thermals under that Pelle shit
                      I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit 
                      And I'm proud of it
                      Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
                      Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it 
                      I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget 
                      I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public
                      More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
                      Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
                      Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
                      I seen it all through the Range tints
                      Got niggas doing life in the state pen
                      So I dread like Jamaicans
                      If I die for one of my statements
                      Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

                    [Hook]
                      Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
                      And then I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

                    Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
                      And then I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't know parts of me pal

                    [Verse 2]
                      Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write
                      I want my unsigned hype 
                      Like Kanye want his five mics
                      Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
                      To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels
                      Let's roll
                      Through the city of god
                      Where LA niggas train to kill
                      Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will 
                      For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie
                      Dre we to close aint no turning back homie 
                      Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years
                      Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
                      Let me paint this picture 
                      While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
                      I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
                      Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear 
                      And every nigga who ever helped me get here 

                    [Hook]
                      Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
                      And when I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

                    Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
                      And when I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't know parts of me pal

                    [Verse 3]
                      One brick, two brick
                      The boy moving weight
                      Now three bricks, four bricks
                      I'm driving upstate
                      Five Bricks, six bricks
                      The nigga got cake
                      Not rap money, but money been rap since '88
                      Look at the world we live in
                      Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
                      Leave him chopped up like freddy's face
                      Niggas catching feelings
                      Cause I'm about millions
                      And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
                      You a close second nigga,
                      A banana to a guerilla
                      Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em
                      The best of both worlds
                      Rapping and drug dealing
                      Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village
                      The head honcho, staring out the third story window
                      Of my Beverly Hills condo
                      With two long ass heats 
                      I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
                      You niggas want me outta L.A.
                      Yeah I know

                    [Hook]
                      Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
                      And when I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

                    Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
                      Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
                      And when I come through strapped to see what's up
                      Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
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