Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cheese And Dope”
- [Project Pat] I been slangin on this green praying that I don't get cut by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Cuttin balls down to none, babbage weed is in my lungs Niggas stiff me for a bag, I'ma shoot em in his ass I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn When you cross in this game then yo ass will get burned When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver How the hell you mobbers gonna rob the robber Boy I'm gonna scar ya, with pistol slap cross mouth Reachin in yo pockets, and take yo money out When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here [chorus] I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' Hyyydro weed smokin a quarter ounce of blow What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy [Project Pat] Quarter bird what's the word? For you dawg it's the low Selling me babbage weed but you want the purest snow I'ma go, I'ma pull me a rabbit out a hat Ounce of cane mixed with sugar, and some killaz strapped with gats Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo fuckin drawers Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never lies Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes, you be stinkin' wit the flies Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake [chorus 2x] [Project Pat] You could duck from the tech out the Escalade Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate Niggaz sent a snitch on me dawg, I didn't hesitate Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling sip let's go Dope fiends keep me up with them, and my pockets swoll Eyes red as hell cuz I ain't had a lick of sleep Snorted a quarter ball, so that I can stay on my feet Treat any bitch just the same as a nigga too If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool.. [chorus till end]
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