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Capone-n-noreaga - Phone Time Şarkı Sözleri
Capone-n-noreaga
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[noreaga], {capone} son, i´m zone, my gun is never on safety i cop the new jordan´s, the white ones wit skate key {me, i´m just chillin pop, serving my time got my greens on, these faggots ain´t deservin a shine} and yea, while i´m home you like livin the brod i heard those crackas dissed you, smack you at the board {when twenty-four, they did the same to norman and lord heard you cop the silver gs, my nigga you scored} yea, it´s nuthin, cause i´m gettin bread crack is dead, bitches wanna givin me hed {you´s a funny nigga, i just saw kai in the yard he said holla, when you getta chance, just grab the guard tell kai i said what up, and his sister is grown i cop the four-fifth odo, it´s pretty wit crome {the day i come home, i need a mink and a brand new mac a few jump offs, some dom´s, some beer, and the crack}
i´m outside on the streets, just holdin it down {i´m in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books} i´m in the studio, droppin sixteen´s wit hooks {i´m in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} i´m in queens, colissuem just coppin you hits {i´m in the law library, hope to come home soon} i just finished up the album, feelin droppin june {yeah, yeah, yeah}
{me little young gains is caught in blood beef wit the kings you know jarome brotha, my dun i used to creep wit in queens} and dat´s my dun too, so i´ma find out now and have my dogs on the island, just get on the prawl {on the other side of things, i´m tried ta get released around my born day, but a nigga keepin beef wit me} fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake don´t let em y´all, son you´ll get your open date {dun, i´m here regardless, cause i got two violent felony charges} and you know your appeal is progress {you´re my dog, dun} and we gon keep this tight i keep your commisary phat, i´ma keep you right {i got the chronic stashed in a coffee cup in the case good lookin for the bitches, butt-naked in a flick} and you ain´t gotta thank me, real niggas do real things i keep freak hoes, they really do ill things
i´m outside on the streets, just holdin it down {i´m in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books} i´m in the studio, droppin sixteen´s wit hooks {i´m in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} i´m in queens, colissuem just coppin you hits {i´m in the law library, hope to come home soon} i just finished up the album, feelin droppin june {yeah, yeah, yeah}
i used to be ugly, now these bitches is medusa and guess what? i made you executive producer some extra g´s, so when you come home you breathe {they won´t believe to see me come home to a v pigs pressin me, want autographs when they see i gotta c.o. thinkin that we gon fuck when i leave} yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes we gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild capone home, niggas still diggin our style {shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? i gotta visit last week and saw gremlin divine} meet timbo and ice, got bent and rolled dice scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to post and got some hydro-weed and we had our toast {son there´s only one minute left son there´s only one minute left, son i´m ghost}
i´m outside on the streets, just holdin it down {i´m in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books} i´m in the studio, droppin sixteen´s wit hooks {i´m in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} i´m in queens, colissuem just coppin you hits {i´m in the law library, hope toc ome home soon} i just finished up the album, feelin droppin june {yeah, yeah, yeah}
yo, i´m outside on the streets, just holdin it down {i´m in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books} i´m in the studio, droppin sixteen´s wit hooks {i´m in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} i´m in queens, colissuem just coppin you hits {i´m in the law library, hope to come home soon} i just finished up the album, feelin droppin june {yeah, yeah, yeah}
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