Hoody — текст песни (Cormega f Dona)

[Verse 1: Dona]
The clock is tickin, niggaz lookin for a bitch they can drop and strip
Or cock back and dick em
I ain`t out here clubbin cousin just to fuck with a nigga
Who straight thuggin and show no lovin
Five seconds on the war, I ain`t wit a nigga, say no more
Keep it real pays to be the boss
Everyday I`m at war with these ma`fuckers
One day I`ma be on top, let me explain somethin
Niggaz ain`t givin you shit, but hard dick
Last call for drinks at the bar, we gon` get bent
Anybody got a problem with me they got a problem with he, and Montana
Ain`t gon` be that sweet, niggaz die for me


[Verse 2: Cormega]
Uh...Uh..
I had to step it up a notch the all metal Benny watch
`Meg for real I`m in the ghetto a lot
Yo fuck all that don and king shit
I`m tryin to be a convict who got rich like Don King did
Ya smallminded, I`m a behemoth
Ya stature is like half of what I spent on sneakers
Niggaz gossip like women, but wanna be the man
Who bought a Hummer six months after the BM
You dream of me failin, talkin in ya sleep
People so careless
Either, you don`t care or you think I don`t hear it
Here`s a quote from the late great Christopher Wallace
I sold more powder than, Johnson and Johnson
Hitman like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you need to ask me
I ain`t livin on the strength of no man
I`m livin on an acre, don`t worry about me
Get ya weight up
Like Brooklyn and J.J. Building
My AK feeling more kids then Bebe, get it?
I twist ya wig back like ShaNayNay did it
You a son like K.J. nigga
I`m the one like Rod Strickland
I quit thuggin my art ???
Wishin I could be like Law Diggas
Who chilled off summer and ?pushed RV`s? in harsh winters
Now most of them all ?rhyme p? a hard sentence
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