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Текст (слова) песни: Mase - Stay Out of My Way



[intro]

Hey yo, dogs, for real?

Im yo man but you got the address up

Cuz now you got chicks talk "what the fuck"

"what the fuck", "what the fuck"

[mase]

You know somebody swung on me & cut me?

(come on come on come on)

You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?

(come on come on come on)

Is they stoppin my money? (hell no)

(come on come on come on)

Then it aint no problem here

(come on come on come on)

Cmon I aint wit that man

(yeah, what, what)

Just throw my b back on

Yo, yo, yo

You know my mission aint complete

till I hit the city with a 600 jeep

Hardest nigga from all out you wanna meet

Hash in the dash with heat under the seat

Chased kate 52 states straight

But still aint nothin sweet

I took a year off to let the young niggas eat

Everybody wit me want bucks

Walk around platinum linked up

With money like brink trucks

Shit get too hot? puff, put the minks up

Come back in the summertime like fuck it, its summertime

All out tattoos over wife beaters

Get mail branson, never buy reefer

Bentley five seater, its all for real

First rapper to close down a mall with a mil

The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt

Plus the money so Im on nigga one

Talk to me

1 - [total]

If you dont fuck with me

Like I dont fuck with you

It aint much for us to talk about

Cuz you dont fuck with me (yo, yo, yo, yo)

And you know I dont fuck with you

So all I can say (uh uh)

Is stay out my way

[mase]

Dont take much to wake up, taped up

Fuck the district, I live in jacob

Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up

See me without puff, try to get your weight up, uh

Aint nuttin between you and me

And on the real, nuttin you could do wit me

I got cats thatll find you and leave you

Pull that hoodie over your head

And put five in your ceasar

Doubt me now and die a believer

Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver

When the wars on, put your gloves and your gores on

Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on

Beef no more thats what other niggas for

I got a fam that love to go to war

Love to get locked up, love pickin the odds up

Love not comin home, love to be boxed up

Im from a town where kids could pop up

Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up

Ill come around your block knowin you got popped up

Arms are rocked up, bentley wit the top up

Uh, you dont stop, come on

Repeat 1 while:

What, what, what

Yeah yeah yeah what what what

You dont like me nigga? (what the fuck? )

You wanna fight me nigga? (huh? huh? )

Stop frontin nigga (you frontin nigga)

Uh

[mase]

Yo, one, two, three, four

Everybody on the floor

You see grams, imma see craters

By the time you see land imma see acres

Drop another cd just to see paper

And before you see me youll see the maker

All I see is more chances, more advances

More houses, no spouses, more beaches

Wild thugs around me and no leechin

When they guns out played, therell be no reachin

Ballin in dirty south wit no creases

And all I see is more f-in iced out jesus pieces

The rock over sean john fleeces

You never love the money like we love it

Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it

All out

Bad boy forever

The movement

What

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

 

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