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Timbaland - Indian Carpet - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!

Yo (yo), yo, ay yo

Timabalands flow infamous

Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style

For all man, woman and innocent child

I have no perimeter

Break all barriers in various areas

My sound is mimicked

Track prime minister, some say sinister

None stoppin the groove until when its

The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats

And followed my drum pattern, but I done that

Its time to change, get more deranged

Feels more strange (doooodooooo)

Follow me through gravel and shallow trees

From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain

Through the dream state of utopia

Woke up to the sounds of that man timbaland

Five mexican bitches scopin us

Belly dancin, sayin "hell, hes handsome" in spanish

We was fine until the subtitles vanished

Then and open fire, totin opium

Higher than I ever been in my life

Heard cries throughout the night like

[chorus: static]

Lets get em started

While they dance on, indian carpet

Cmon, uh

Niggas act retarded

While they dance on, indian carpet

Cmon, uh

Lets get em started

While they dance on, indian carpet


Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child

T.v. playin like the poltergeist, must been on overnight

I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it

Could it be the son of christ, I decided to talk to it

In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful calls

And I swore I heard a voice say:

Its yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose

But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move

I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit

But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce

Then my hallway darkened

I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment

And the glance callin like



Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose

When you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreams

I stepped in dog shit and bit skid row twice

Only ice I had put it in my orange slice

What you know about livin in a jail when it aint no bars

Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea

A third-degree charge when it aint no crime

Twenty-six years old and I got more time

Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay

Low rent for your mom, gotta get away

Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto

Im tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat

Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth

Im superman, I can spit from any phone booth

You and your cold ass crew do what you do

Just remember mag never feel good, I am the flu

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