Текст (слова) песни: B.B. Jay - Don`t Be Mad (Who Da` Blame)

Yeah, Come on
Blame God, blame God
Thats right, come on
Blame God, blame God
Yeah, come on
Blame God, blame God

[B.B. Jay]
Sound the alarm `cuz I`m dropping the bomb
B.B. Jay`s like the fine Don Corleon
Off gaurd, know I caught all y`all, didn`t I?
Humbug, fat track, took you like a drug
Rotate the love, I`m about to rule in a minute
Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it
Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse
You doomed you done, room enough for one
Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today
Its gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray
Je-sus, give `em the praise for the great things he has done
None can stop, we as one
Gospel bad boy rule like Buju Banton
Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son
Cause of Christ I`m jiggy laced in ice
Roll tighter than the vice, sanctified for life

[Hook: B.B. Jay]
Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like that
Don`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like that
Don`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God)
Who da` blame? (Blame God)
Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like that
Don`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like that
Don`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God)
Who da` blame? (Blame God)

[B.B. Jay]
I`m not your average mediocre joker trying to be hard
Or be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream y`all
Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt
Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet
Regret, a lot of things
Never sweat, a lot of things
Understand, be the man to cause of a lotta things
Diamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn`t intrigue us
It`s a fact crack kills, real, we need Jesus
How you feel, peel a hundred bill off ya knot
Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl
Down the block, on the real money
A little money never make you hot
Just like you can get money
Money, you can get got
Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind
On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light
Be like on the neutral side, representin Christ
You know the one who crucified, time for change, baby

Hook

[B.B. Jay]
When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome
Don`t be mad at fat dad `cuz you walkin
When you had a job shoulda paid yo` tithes
But nah, you was too busy clockin mine
Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us
My whole team get more cream than bank bandits
G-O-S-P-E-L I`m preachin that
Land Cruiser fully loaded, I`m peepin that
Credit forget it, co-signer never that
I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that
Twenty years po` black, now I`m phat
Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap
Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors
`Cuz of Jeee-sus, we just stackin paper
By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose
Like the president
Order what you want, I own the restaurant
The capital G, O-D be the glory
Uhh, universal concussion, end of story

Hook

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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: B.B. Jay - Don`t Be Mad (Who Da` Blame) Yeah, Come on Blame God, blame God Thats right, come on Blame God, blame God Yeah, come on Blame God, blame God [B.B. Jay] Sound the alarm `cuz I`m dropping the bomb B.B. Jay`s like the fine Don Corleon Off gaurd, know I caught all y`all, didn`t I? Humbug, fat track, took you like a drug Rotate the love, I`m about to rule in a minute Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse You doomed you done, room enough for one Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today Its gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray Je-sus, give `em the praise for the great things he has done None can stop, we as one Gospel bad boy rule like Buju Banton Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son Cause of Christ I`m jiggy laced in ice Roll tighter than the vice, sanctified for life [Hook: B.B. Jay] Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like that Don`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like that Don`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God) Who da` blame? (Blame God) Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like that Don`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like that Don`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God) Who da` blame? (Blame God) [B.B. Jay] I`m not your average mediocre joker trying to be hard Or be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream y`all Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet Regret, a lot of things Never sweat, a lot of things Understand, be the man to cause of a lotta things Diamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn`t intrigue us It`s a fact crack kills, real, we need Jesus How you feel, peel a hundred bill off ya knot Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl Down the block, on the real money A little money never make you hot Just like you can get money Money, you can get got Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light Be like on the neutral side, representin Christ You know the one who crucified, time for change, baby Hook [B.B. Jay] When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome Don`t be mad at fat dad `cuz you walkin When you had a job shoulda paid yo` tithes But nah, you was too busy clockin mine Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us My whole team get more cream than bank bandits G-O-S-P-E-L I`m preachin that Land Cruiser fully loaded, I`m peepin that Credit forget it, co-signer never that I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that Twenty years po` black, now I`m phat Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors `Cuz of Jeee-sus, we just stackin paper By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose Like the president Order what you want, I own the restaurant The capital G, O-D be the glory Uhh, universal concussion, end of story Hook Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Don`t Be Mad (Who Da` Blame): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/24949.html Все тексты песен: B.B. Jay » B.B. Jay - Universal Concussion » B.B. Jay - Don`t Be Mad (Who Da` Blame) » B.B. Jay - I Told You So Рекомендуем скачать: » Mest - Indian Pete » Misfits - Resurrection » Mireille Mathieu - Kleine Schwalbe » Marc Anthony - Am I The Only One » Martina Mcbride - Where I Used To Have A Heart » Moist - This Shrieking Love » Mxpx - time will tell \| С‚РµРєСЃС‚ РїРµСЃРЅРё Рё С‚Р°Р±С‹ (Р°РєРєРѕСЂРґС‹) РґР»СЏ Р±Р°СЃ РіРёС‚Р°СЂС‹ Рё M » Mark Knopfler - I`m The Fool » mccready mindy - This Is Me » Metallica - fade to black verse 2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Michelle Branch - Washing Machine » misc artists - tradin my sorrows \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Mary Black - Into The Blue » Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Devil`s Night Out » mineral - Gloria » Manic Street Preachers - Repeat (stars And Stripes) » Marianne Faithfull - The Blue Millionaire » Macabre - Night Stalker (Richard Ramirez) » Manhattan Transfer - Sunday » Madonna - Cyberraga
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