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    Black Sheep

    Gotta Get Up

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Текст песни Gotta Get Up
    Текст песни Gotta Get Up
    [Dres]
    Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over
    Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little
    Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please?
    Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what
    Yeah, and it goes a little something like..
    [Dres]
    The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going
    Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing
    For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets
    Black Sheep, bow your heads cause we're about to break beats
    City lights shining with the ill timing
    My glare everywhere, don't stare cause my shit's blinding
    I think, I think niggas best not blink
    Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink
    With a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego
    Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo
    Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it
    Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it
    From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder
    Fatter, got your bitch saying Baby, what's the matter?
    As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger
    With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger
    I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true
    My style's old skool like the new school review
    I gets biz, on and on for days
    And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens
    Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing
    I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing
    A member me, getting busy with GMC
    Back when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E
    Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B
    Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me
    Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip
    And we was getting life's desires from a strip
    Hand-to-handler, and the gambler
    Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
    You too, a mafucking lyric in a song
    Helping that philly blunt shit catch on
    Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ
    Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me
    Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip, Skip roll another
    The brother light's about to flip
    It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:
    Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean
    My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese
    Popo ­ peace!
    Born to KE and all my peoples that be
    But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family
    We wrote the scripts and the times were fit
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