Deda - How I`m Livin | Текст песни

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Исполнитель: Deda & Pete Rock
Альбом: The Original Baby Pa
Год: 2003
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Yeah, one time for your mind
The original, baby pa, hit ya with the dopeness
Check it out

[Verse 1]
I walk into the joint, with mad peeps who creep me
Get me in the mood to fill the atmosphere we in there
So now its time for us to check the scenery
Here it is square biz like Tina Marie
Tap the jacket, the jeans, and the ankles
Make sure that I’m sliding in the door gun free
Eventually, getting into things as the time passes
Scooping all the honeys with the fat asses
Just comfortably, see, original style
Timbalands on my feet, stomping grounds give me second rounds
In town, a ride or bounce, peep the sound
Baby Pa takes the crown and the pitcher’s mound
Wake up and smell the coffee, I’m awfully
Precise with the punches smoking boom and the afternoon
Pay attention to the vibes I be giving, bright like a prism
Cuz this is how I’m livin’

[Hook x2]
Fellas grab ya honeys, ladies hold on tight
Its baby Pa y’all
On the rise to the top til the people gonna rock
Ya don’t stop

[Verse 2]
It feels great hanging out late
Cuz all day I was chillin like a villain around the way
The females on a scale from 1 to 10
I take a chicken thirsty for a good sticking
On a mission for cream, cunts and blunts
Drinks and diamonds at the bar, never smiling
The attitude is rude
I getcha girl in the mood, because I’m shrewd when I’m wildin’
Lay back, like on an island somewhere
With the hottest goddess, running her fingers through my hair
Yeah, yeah, crystal clear, for your pleasure
My rap is like a map, flowing to the treasure
Trendsetter, much flavor to the letter
Tommy Gibbs breaking ribs, godfather with the kids
Pay attention to the rhymes I be kicking
Surprise without a ribbon, this is how I’m livin’

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Proper, stopper, real hip hopper
Flipping lids over beats, freestyling at the track meet
So remain in ya seats because it’s three-peat
But my name ain’t Jordan, and my flow is far from boring
Its enduring, soaring over slouches, rolling the boom in back rooms on couches
In houses, lounging under ACs with ladies, laying down a lyrical foreplay by FCJ
So bear witness, the mental fitness
Who can get with this, new jack apprentice
So I’m about to set it with the ultra magnetic
Funk to be sweated, in bed in heads
Better recognize, and all of the tough guys
Catch slugs from the magic world thugs
So pay attention to the message that I’m sending
Mad rules I’m bending, this is how I’m livin’

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