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Duke Deuce - Stick текст песни

Исполнитель: Duke Deuce

альбом: Stick


Kid Classic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt)
Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go)
Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grrr)
Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?)
Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo)
Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick
Turn me up, get me lit (Grra), young boy looking fresh like a lick
Whole team run it up with the clique (Yeah)
Last lap better pass me the stick
Stick (Woo, woo), stick (Yeah), stick (Grra)
Stick, stick (Yeah), stick, stick (Woo), stick
I be walkin' 'round town with the stick (Yeah)
Real fresh like you just bit a mint (Grra)
On the block, told 'em put down the brick (Yeah)
They don't know none else hit licks
They said trappin' ain't dead (Yeah), gotta get they family fed (Yeah)
Uncle used to move weight, where he at? Now he dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I call you professional capper (Woo)
Need a Grammy for best internet rapper (Brrt)
Turn the beat up, do my dance, this a slapper (Yeah)
Really outside know some boys that'll clap ya
Let it bang, it come back like boomerang (Yeah)
You a killer on ya records, in your courtroom, you gon' sing, ah
Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt)
Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go)
Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grr)
Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?)
Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo)
Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick
Ayy-ayy, ayy, stick, yeah, stick, yeah, we lit (Ayy-ayy)
Ridin' through the city looking like Rafiki
Crew walkin' 'round with the stick (Do-do-do)
Money gettin' low lookin' like a dashiki
Down wit' my dawgs like pets (Do-do-do)
50 round, 100 round, yeah, you better run around
Dogs gon' sit like Midge
Yeah, I'm big as it gets
Ain't no hitter, you miss (No hitter, you miss)
Ain't no bargainin' (Bargainin')
You can't come hard as this (Can't come as hard as this)
On God you state my dawgs been eatin'
Can't touch this plate, you participate
Until you fate, we see you slate
We play, we Memphis, no complaints
Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt)
Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go, ayy)
Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grr)
Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?)
Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo)
Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick
Turn me up, get me lit (Grra), young boy looking fresh like a lick
Whole team run it up with the clique (Yeah)
Last lap better pass me the stick
Stick (Woo, woo), stick (Yeah), stick (Grra)
Stick, stick (Yeah), stick, stick (Woo), stick (MainMain)
On my block, that's a place you don't wanna go
Man, my dad sold more gas than the corner store
MainMain preached in the streets,
Yeah, I give 'em hope (I give 'em hope)
You can't sell 'em no dreams, 'cause they sellin' dope (No)
I go dumb, I go foolish like Shawty Lo (Shawty Lo)
Jesus turned two fish to Pappadeaux
Watch me shine in the field like I'm Julio
Got the stick, it ain't tucked for who want it, though, yeah
Yeah

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