Текст (слова) песни: Kurupt - Play My Cards

(To) (to) (to)
(To the tic)
(To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Kurupt Young Gotti
Hell yeah

Raw Dawg
You know
You know me
Raw Dawg Assassin
Comin atcha, baby
Cat, kick it in
Kick it in

[ VERSE 1 ]
Pull up...
Soon as I park shit sparks
Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation
Spit sparks till shit`s dark forever
What`s up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw or get paid
You ain`t movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons
(Yo, what up?)
I`m just a gee
Oh yeah, that`s me
Don`t forget it
Act like you knew it `fore I set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before I turn around
And burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin
A fool over to the right gunnin
The homies whistled
We all draw pistols

[ CHORUS ]
Gotta stay in charge
Gotta play my cards
On the grind all day, babe
Oh, gots to get paid

[ VERSE 2 ]
You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(What you talkin bout?) Everybody`s got questions and shit
(Hey yo, what`s up with...?) Muthafuckas questionin shit
(Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife
(My wife) All I wanna do is live my life
(That`s all) Raise up off me, homie
(Yeah) Ease back softly, homie
(Check it out) I`m a gee from the D.P.G.
And no matter what you say, you can`t fuck with me
Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin in locomotion
In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin
Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us

Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh

[ VERSE 3 ]
I got scams for hundreds of gramms
Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan
For about a
Whole ki load of some powder
Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in
>From the front to the back, and packin
Pull the strap and start clappin
I`m about to move a little somethin
A little sumptin-sumpin
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin
Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid
A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let`s blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc, and let`s raise up
Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I`m worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he`s not
International like [???]
You can feel me
In the real way

[ CHORUS ]

Bitches, get your ride on, on

Kurupt Young Gotti
Raw Dawg

Just get your ride on
Just get your ride on, homie

My nigga Battlecat
Ha-ha

Just get your ride on, homie

(To the tic-tic
And you don`t quit
Hit it)

This is for the riders
Riders
The riders

Hustlers
Hustlers
The hustlers

This is the one, baby!

(Tic-toc)
(Ya) (ya) (ya don`t)
(Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don`t stop) (stop) (stop)
Bitch

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» Kurupt - This Ones for U
» Kurupt - Space Boogie
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» Kurupt - That`s Gangsta
» Kurupt - Its Time
» Kurupt - Kuruption
» Kurupt - Neva Gonna Give It Up
» Kurupt - Ya Cant Trust Nobody
» Kurupt - Fresh
» Kurupt - On, OnSite
» Kurupt - Kuruption (Disc Two)
» Kurupt - Lay It On Back


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: Kurupt - Play My Cards (To) (to) (to) (To the tic) (To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Kurupt Young Gotti Hell yeah Raw Dawg You know You know me Raw Dawg Assassin Comin atcha, baby Cat, kick it in Kick it in [ VERSE 1 ] Pull up... Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation Spit sparks till shit`s dark forever What`s up, homie Why you walkin up on me? Postin up in the shade We can draw or get paid You ain`t movin not a thing, homeboy Click em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons (Yo, what up?) I`m just a gee Oh yeah, that`s me Don`t forget it Act like you knew it `fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A fool over to the right gunnin The homies whistled We all draw pistols [ CHORUS ] Gotta stay in charge Gotta play my cards On the grind all day, babe Oh, gots to get paid [ VERSE 2 ] You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit? Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit (What you talkin bout?) Everybody`s got questions and shit (Hey yo, what`s up with...?) Muthafuckas questionin shit (Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife (My wife) All I wanna do is live my life (That`s all) Raise up off me, homie (Yeah) Ease back softly, homie (Check it out) I`m a gee from the D.P.G. And no matter what you say, you can`t fuck with me Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out Coastin, movin in locomotion In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called The homie spit a plot to us Then passed the 16-shots to us Uh-u-uh Uh-u-uh Uh-u-uh [ VERSE 3 ] I got scams for hundreds of gramms Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan For about a Whole ki load of some powder Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in >From the front to the back, and packin Pull the strap and start clappin I`m about to move a little somethin A little sumptin-sumpin For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade What you got, smoke, loc, let`s blaze up Let me get a toke, loc, and let`s raise up Punks stop and get popped when funk pop I`m worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he`s not International like [???] You can feel me In the real way [ CHORUS ] Bitches, get your ride on, on Kurupt Young Gotti Raw Dawg Just get your ride on Just get your ride on, homie My nigga Battlecat Ha-ha Just get your ride on, homie (To the tic-tic And you don`t quit Hit it) This is for the riders Riders The riders Hustlers Hustlers The hustlers This is the one, baby! (Tic-toc) (Ya) (ya) (ya don`t) (Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don`t stop) (stop) (stop) Bitch Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Play My Cards: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/8802.html Все тексты песен: Kurupt » Kurupt - On Da Grind » Kurupt - Space Boogie » Kurupt - I Didn`t Change » Kurupt - This Ones for U » Kurupt - Space Boogie » Kurupt - Dysfunktional Family Soundtrack » Kurupt - Callin` Out Names » Kurupt - Bitches » Kurupt - It Aint About You » Kurupt - Sunshine » Kurupt - Play My Cards » Kurupt - That`s Gangsta » Kurupt - Its Time » Kurupt - Kuruption » Kurupt - Neva Gonna Give It Up » Kurupt - Ya Cant Trust Nobody » Kurupt - Fresh » Kurupt - On, OnSite » Kurupt - Kuruption (Disc Two) » Kurupt - Lay It On Back Рекомендуем скачать: » Леонард Хируг - Парус веры » Леонид Нахамкин - На дороге, где осины шелестят... » Лейся Песня - Обручальное кольцо » Леонид Ваксман - Ворон-птица летит, развернув пятерни своих крыл... » Леонид Сергеев, Вадим Мищук - Муха » Людмила Зыкина - Оренбургский пуховый платок » Ляпис Трубецкой - Был в Керчи » Лена Кукарская (Кука) (Фабрика звезд-5) - Чёрный бумер (Кука [Елена Сергеевна]+Сер » Лесоповал - Мишан » Люки - Не смотри » Лариса Долина - В один прекрасный день » Лайма Вайкуле - Никакой » Ленинград - Таблетка » Леонард Хируг - Крещение огнем » Любэ - Давай за... » Леонид Ваксман - На голом » Л.Вайкуле - Шерлок Холмс » Леонард Хируг - Романс » Лена Мамонтова - Милый » Линда - Я НЕ МОГУ
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