Taxi 3 (2003) - Pharrel Williams - Where's Yours At | Текст песни

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• Taxi 3 (2003) - Pharrel Williams
• Where's Yours At

[Chorus - Pharrell] Where's yours at Where's
yours at Where's yours at Come on, hah, come on,
hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah,
come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on

[Verse 1 - Pharrell] Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm
dirty Lookin' for my wife, while they smart and
perty Your material-listic, journey That
bullshit, don't concern me Ah, here you go,
talking big shit You ain't think, I could flip it
like this quick You just talking, and I'm the big
shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance
Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different
car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce,
that rides like hydro That white 550, nigga,
kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a fuck, what ya
haters think Fam' I did things, my major means
At a pretty young age, I did major things I made
major cream, I eat major greens First the yellow
diamonds nigga, made ya bling Had the baddest
bitches, on the major scene Fuck what ya heard
and what you think you seen I fuck that bitch who
come from Cover Girl, to Maybelline Quater
million jewelry from, Las Van Dome Diamonds and
plat', like glass and chrome Black credit card,
just asking on Didn't need it, just didn't have
it home White girl in Africa, Black in Rome
Philipina girl, just packing at home All the
girls I get, I hack and moan Man I give 'em the
dick, you know them bitches just gone Nigga raise
ya funds, been crazier son But nigga ignorant,
and Star Trak, take his fun I'm the keyboard
killer, with the raz-or toungue Don't come back
tellin me, what play-ers done I did it big, and I
made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce
got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm
leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun The house in
Virginia, that's what I'm living in Building in
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Carribean, fillin 'em and buildin' 'em
"Paris too?" said the strangest girl I
said bitch, I'm tryna change the world, whoo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Rohff] MC tu fais pas le poids, dis
moi tu vas faire quoi C'est la K'1 Fry Mafia,
ceux qui t'ont montré l'pas MC qu'on ne
contrôle pas, MC qu'on ne compare pas Qu'on
écoute au car-pla, que les keufs ne
blairent pas Pour Sarko on est bon qu'à
porter la cagoule et les gants Star-co dans les
mariages on est les plus élégants
Charme du ghetto, sur les photos Joue les pachs,
J'serre des tis-més (???) Roule en Smart,
J'raconte que d'la merde Elle s'marre, font des
smacks On aime celles qui se respectent, car
l'respect commence par soit même Celles qui
s'prennent pas la tête, qui couchent le soir
même On est bizarres, ma vie un bazar
Armdullah, j'suis artiste comme Mozart Les MCs
j'smoke, le rap c'est comme la prostitution,
ça s'mac, Dan's l'show buis' Font tous la
bise, S'appellent " chéri " On
vient tout niquer sur l'terrain, la
France-Algérie Ton boss Rohff dans la
place, protège ta garce Reconnaît le
flow, la classe de celle qui fracasse Sur un gros
son "Neptunes" issu de l'espace Issu du
bitume, donne moi mes tunes, j'suis un rapace
Partout où on passe, C'est d‘la casse,
L'air ne repousse pas Ceux qui jactent dans les
s'ringues ou crosses des lance-bas A bout
portant, on shoot la concurrence T'entend pas
l'ambulance, pam-pam-pam

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Rohff] M.A.C.R.O-cun MC
déchire ça comme moi Give it up,
give it up Say give it up, give it up

[Bridge - Girl] G.I.R.L Aucune meuf donne
ça comme moi Get it up, get it up Get it
up, get it up