E.m.i.n.e.m. - Here Comes The Weekend (Eminem Verse) | Текст песни

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[Eminem]
Nothin' high class in my glass, only bottles I pop
Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot
I'm probably not gonna be wantin' to pop bubbly
Or Ciroc, I'm not Puffy, but I'mma run this city tonight
When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is gettin' me hype
I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you
I'll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin' worse
Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial
A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hangin' from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin'
Cuz we're tearin' it down, security get out
The frickin' way, Jesus Christ son the blaring is loud
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens goin' EERREERREERRRERR cuz..

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