King Tee ft WC, Young Maylay & Roscoe - The Rat Pack | Текст песни

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• King Tee ft WC, Young Maylay & Roscoe
• The Rat Pack

[Verse 1: King Tee]
The sing sets in the smoke filled room
And all the Rock wallets hallin at the moon
Someone' coming where they carry diamonds on his jewels
The Rebirth from the "Cool" finally resurrected
With the game alive profected, the strain on my voice
Get sloiced on the Record transmittin
That nigga takes a lone and keeps tickin
The Hop pippin, ball a nigga from the licks in
Now listen if you front back in your coup
Rollin by your neighborhood, finna hit the loop
Just react, throw your neighborhood like that
However said trip gets ripped off the map
Take concussions, When you at the light lungs
Coffin off the earn, Maccer at them hoes on the curve bump this
Now you're full of bust up nature, my name is King Tee
I'd like to introduce you to some fuckin..

[Verse 2: Young Maylay]
I Ain't got time for groups and the hoops with the shenanigans
My troop shootin blow your roof with the cannons man
Damagin like the doctor say when examinin
Modifiers next to kids and all the bandana friends
Holy and Hennessy, now quiz to all, sippin
That's for all the G's, I be pistol, spittin
Mental gettin, like sit down, listen
Raised round niggas from the big house, prison
So I'm intended that women deservin the business, and the difference
Cause i ain't lookin suspicious to the witnesses
Elitin the streets keep me free from citizens
Buy me I.N.E's and leanin them with the imphases
Keep my drift, keep that bullshit from round me
Really with it and did it that's full in the coundy
Jump bill with the quickness then i pull from the boundys
I was Hood when they found me, That's West Coat Shit

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