Limp Bizkit - Stuck #Tree Dollar Bills , Yall$ | Текст песни

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Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw...
Psycho female blowin' up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw
It's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey, I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business?
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slammin' them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed!
You wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy, you wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck!

Stuck! Deep down in that hole again
Stuck! You got your brain on my green again
Stuck! You're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck! You don't even know

All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's...live!
My attitude to do or...die!
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin' cause I'm hostile
Labeled by my profile
In deed I am, I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed!
You wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy, you wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck!

Stuck! Deep down in that hole again
Stuck! You got your brain on my green again
Stuck! You're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck! You don't even know

Aw yeah, ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that green
Yeah, yeah
All I know, all I know, (yeah)
That you must be fucked up in that head (yeah)

I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
You wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?!
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that?!
Why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that?!
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be?!
Why, why, why you wanna be like that?!
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore?!
Stuck on yourself, you are!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore!
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck!

Stuck! Deep down in that hole again
Stuck! You got your brain on my green again
Stuck! You're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck! In your head you don't even know
Live on tape beyatch, don't fuck with us

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