The Game ft. Cold Bloodz & A.R. - Cherry Koolaid | Текст песни

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• The Game ft. Cold Bloodz & A.R.
• Cherry Koolaid

[Intro: Game]
Out of all the mother fucking kool-aid's at the grocery store,
How come cherry kool-aid look so appealin to a nigga?
They got grape... blue... green

[Verse 1: Game]
I was ridin' down down Slauson just flossin' my whip whip whip
Blades spinnin' like a nigga head when I took my first hit hit hit
Bangin that Above the Rim soundtrack, wishing Pac was here can't go back
Cold Mac, nigga they know that, My Adidas and my Kangol hat
Keep a nigga fuckin bad hoes in the bathroom at the club off that... tron'... in my zone... with all my jewelry on on
Nigga thought he had dimes never seen a bitch quite like this bitch I got got
In the VIP of that coc-u-nut Sorac rac rac
Rockin a nigga like the oldies
Cooler than my cup mixed with Codeine
And I ball like I'm on a pro team
And her pussy give me protein
Next time you knockin on the window
And I'm blazin' my endo
And you try to give me your demo
I swear God I'll listen if you tell a nigga

[Chorus:]
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
{I don't see my flavor we waking the neighbors} [x2]

[Verse 2: Maad Maxxx]
I was sittin' on the block,
Just tryin' to get me a knot
Different way till you get paid mane'
Keep hoe's runnin up the spot
On my way I seen me a chick
God damn she look so hot
So I hop out the whip
Had ta had ta give her what I got
I said "Excuse me miss tell me your name,
Maybe later we hang and then you give me brain"
I explained don't complain, I'm no lame, I'm with Game
Don't back off I'm black wall can't you read on my... chain?
Got a got a couple spots we can hang on the low
I didn't even know the chick stripped,
Watch her get down to the floor
Came over right around 3, and she left right around 4
That's enough about my bitches...
All I really wanna know...

[Chorus:] [x2]

[Verse 3: Famous Fresh]
I stay shinin' like Christmas lights
Shirt off blowin' krpytonite
Which ones want to spend the night?
Red room tour G4 flights
Sittin' in my maro, watching Roberto De Niro
When he seen a freak, I'm a deep straight hard as an arrow
Dark tint cruisin through the city,
Bitch walking sittin on 20's
Searching for my hush, seat empty
If it's money I got plenty
Famous Fresh I run my city,
Bitches say I run my city
I don't know Diddy, I smoke Phillys
Run base like a nigga from the Phillies
What nigga pussy taste like?
Probably grape like my swisher
But I can't hit a couple girls
Might cut us both up like scissors
Tell a nigga stunt act silly
Hit em with the black Mac milly
But before I smoke you just answer one thing...

[Chorus:] [x2]

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