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    Do Or Die

    La, La, La

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Текст песни La, La, La
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    [Chorus: repeat 4X]
    Gotta make the paper
    Cant let the paper make me
    La di da di da di da
    [Verse One]
    Thug come up in a fresh white benz
    Baby mama talkin crazy cause Im high again
    Flow like a motherfucker say it again
    20s lookin like OOH
    With the guy like who
    Back up the bad money,put it in cruise
    Gots new jeans,suits and timbaland boots
    Get off em,92,all yall ball
    You playin with me,yo,Im ballin for all
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Two]
    In 96,ok,we made the M-O-N-E-Y again
    M-O-N-E-Y,do you see what you like?
    Flashin cars,worries gone,??
    Never went to my head,cause I stacked em,yo
    Maxed a ho
    You could roll by,I lock the door
    La Di Da Di Da Di Da,I got alot for sure
    Ho,I make the paper,I dont let it make me
    I stay runnin through my hood,I dont let it break me
    I work to get my cheddar,I aint get it for free
    You can do the same,I do so,so why you hatin on me?
    It be,99 we ridin in benz,expo
    For the one solo,we ballin in twins
    Right up again,we love em,I said it before
    Stack your paper when you make it,It be money galore
    Let em know,for those who be round my door
    If it aint about the dollar,then it really aint low
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three]
    In my early life,they told me I was chasin a dream
    Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen
    Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops
    I went from ??,little red model and I-Roc
    I used to,drive my friends,to rollerskating,use my vocal chords
    Choosin ya know,now im on the production board
    Took the benz down until my feet touched the ground
    And when the heat touched the ground,they had to sit me down
    But the problem changed now
    At First I started hustling,fuck struggling
    I rather throw bricks,steady smuggling
    I was down for an ounce,7 years no parole
    Its bad and its cold,mature getting old
    And if you didnt know,now you know
    Easy gettin slow,now im gettin paid for my show
    [Chorus]
    Chicago, can we make gs?
    Houston, can we make gs?
    Atlanta, can we make gs?
    Cleveland and New York, can we make gs?
    Milwaukee, can we make gs?
    LA, can we make gs?
    You and me, can we make gs?
    Dallas and St.Louis, can we make gs?
    San Antonio, can we make gs?
    Louisiana, can we make gs?
    Florida, can we make gs?
    Jacksonville, could we make gs?
    Indiana, can we make gs?
    Memphis, can we make gs?
    Birmingham, can we make gs
    [Beat continues and fades]
    [ La, La, La Lyrics ]
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