Текст (слова) песни: Big L - 98 Freestyle

[big l]

One-two, one-two

Kinda tired..

Big l, bout ta.. get into some shit

Aight check it out

Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich

Im from new york and never was a fan of the knicks

And Im all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

With both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park

Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper Im quick to body somethin

You lookin at me like Im probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

Im, older and smarter this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around yall, cause niggaz like you

Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop

Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked

Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock

I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I havent got is more, stitches than you

Fuckin punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick

And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up

Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough bread

And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head

{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool

Fuckin chicks is a rule

If my girl think Im loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come, you can listen to my first album

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?

(yeah!) so what you actin for?

You aint half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigga sumun, fore I crack his jaw

You runnin with boys, Im runnin with men

Ima be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and ten

Have yall niggaz like, damnit this nigga done done it again

I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks

Im makin wonderful figures

I dont fuck with none of you niggaz

I might pull out this gun on your niggaz

And rob every last one of you niggaz

[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )

[big l] Im tired

[bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasnt, that wasnt too bad!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big L - 98 Freestyle [big l] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big l, bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich Im from new york and never was a fan of the knicks And Im all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper Im quick to body somethin You lookin at me like Im probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest Im, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around yall, cause niggaz like you Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I havent got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head {laughter} my game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think Im loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (yeah!) so what you actin for? You aint half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sumun, fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, Im runnin with men Ima be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and ten Have yall niggaz like, damnit this nigga done done it again I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks Im makin wonderful figures I dont fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz And rob every last one of you niggaz [bobbito] yeahhh! (what? ) [big l] Im tired [bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasnt, that wasnt too bad! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 98 Freestyle: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21009.html Все тексты песен: Big L » Big L - Danger Zone » Big L - Universal Freestyle » Big L - Da Graveyard » Big L - The Heist Revisited » Big L - Flamboyant Pt. I » Big L - How Will I Make It? » Big L - Holdin It Down » Big L - Street Struck » Big L - No Endz, No Skinz » Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous » Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous » Big L - Let em Have It l » Big L - Devil`s Son 12" » Big L - Platinum Plus 12" » Big L - Day One `99 (Live From Amsterdam) » Big L - Deadly Combination » Big L - M. V. P. » Big L - I Don`t Understand It » Big L - I Don`t Understand It » Big L - Casualties of a Dice Game Рекомендуем скачать: » Ольга Тишина - Альтернатива » Олег Лубягин - Я умру в крещенские морозы... » Олег Немировский - Памяти гитариста » Олег Щетников - Дыра. Посвящение Е. Бушуевой. » Олег Кабалик - Диван, торшер, тетради, книги... » Ольга Залесская - Мыши кушают зерно... » Ольга Аникина - (Весенние мелодии) » Ольга Афраймович - Бусы 8 (стихи) » Олег Митяев - Посвящение Б. Окуджаве » Ольга Левковская - Королева » Олег Городецкий - И опять меня гонит Борей... » Ольга Арефьева - Про фольгу » Олег Городецкий - Монолог сумасшедшего о великих истинах » О.Газманов - Вот и лето прошло » Олег Митяев - Крепитесь люди, скоро лето! » Олег Митяев - Мама » Олег Куприев - Я стоял у огня, грел озябшую душу... » Ольга Афраймович - Бусы 3 (стихи) » Ольга Тишина - Монолог » Ольга Запрудина - Что кого погубит
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