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La The Darkman - What Thugs Do Şarkı Sözleri
yeah. yeah. one. two. yeah. yeah. yeah. (oh) time for another cat get his money. ya´nah´mean? let´s just stroll alone. (havin money, havin money) word life. (havin money) [la the darkman] yo, yo, life is hard, so i dedicate to god mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor in poverty, life expectancy is short kids rob spots, push crack or play sports in projects, single parents homes and techs islam, bass-heads and welfare checks i´m tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets my whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep in society, the poor in america are miserable untrained, starvin like the children in israel first jewel since men spoke hebrew now niggaz drink brew, guzzle lucefer stew young e, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven and said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven [chorus x2: dj rogers & puff] what young thugs do for money what young thugs do for money [la the darkman] yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society i´m old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me sorry, i´m the lion in this concrete safari my niggaz been in and out of jail since atari the street life is the only life i know puff trees, v12, my medallion glow and i´m always gotti, but cats don´t know me my peoples run the island on riker´s and the coney i keep the new fresh, planned clark´s like tony i´m married to my guns in holy matrimony with street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats since school cats, niggaz incarcerated all praises due to allah cuz i made it [chorus x2] [la the darkman] yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, i grew up stressin with a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons based on the streets, life about cream and whip cells with the chip, big guns and big clips a dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip ghetto novel, my lex shines like the apollo la songs, philosphies is a street aristotel it´s policticians, catholics and christians kids who don´t listen, on riker´s pissin life, can´t play cee-lo with two dice and you go through hell just to come out right cuz we go through hell just to come out right [chorus x4] [outro: dj rogers & puff] thugs that get that money (get that money) don´t let money change you (don´t let it change you) (no, no, no, no) thugs that get that money (ohhh) money, don´t let money change you (don´t let it change you) (ohh, no, no, don´t let money change you) (i´m tellin you, don´t let it change you) (do you want the dollar? got to have the money) (uh, got to have the money) (ain´t worth the problem...) |
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