Nomi Ruiz - Life Or C.R.E.A.M. feat. Ill Bill | Текст песни

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• Nomi Ruiz
• Life Or C.R.E.A.M. feat. Ill Bill

your gold chain blew me away
you wore your ball cap to the side
you rolled up oh so discreet
and lured me up into your ride
wouldn't look directly at me
but I knew you were mesmerized
just by the way you placed a twenty
seductively on my thighs
your goatee drove me insane
your pinky ring shined in the night
on your dash board the virgin mary
telling me what's wrong and right
B.I.G. blasting real loud
and all I heard past every ryhme
you telling me you're a newbie
and you wanna feel what it's like

and someday I hope we'll be much more
just meet me right here every night
and someway I'll give this up for sure
if not for you no need for life or c.r.e.a.m.
you no need for life

on day three you're right on time
and ya let go some of your pride
as we got high you drove on by
your old hood the low east side
you pull up to the corner store
and sell a two pound to your tribe
since ten years old you're a hustler
I can tell looking in your eyes
no cocaine no drug of mine
can emulate when you're around
I won't give up I'm right on top
the number one pusher in this town
by now you crave what I can serve
there's no turning back there now
if your wife and child could see you now
more sweet when dipped in foul

and someday I hope we'll be much more
just meet me right here every night
and someway I'll give this up for sure
if not for you no need for life or c.r.e.a.m.
you no need for life

(Ill Bill)

I sell drugs you sell sex
a business man and a business woman
doing what we gotta go for the rent
for the c.r.e.a.m. the american dream
Clinton wanted blow jobs
and George W was a fiend
I drive a black Benz with rims the size of the sun
diamonds on my neck sparkle in the eyes of my son
fuck feeling guilty
if drug dealing filthy then I'll grind
till I'm rich enough to walk into a realty
with a down payment for a ticket out the projects
one more strike and imma spend my life a convict
stressed out baby you relax me like heroin
case right here after that shootout in Maryland
shoulda went home word I shoulda drove right past
can't lie though I respect your gangsta
I'm a hoe too
hoe for cars hoe for bread hoe for guns and ice i'm a hoe for head

cash rules everything around me
cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m.