Текст, перевод и аккорды “Caught Up”
- (feat. Mack 10, Royal Flush) [Chorus: sample] Some people get caught up Some try and get rolled up Some people... [x9] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass.. The things that you learnt in class is trash You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash This struggle on the ming, non of y'all bring I got y'all in.. flavouring [Chorus x2] [Mack 10] I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama Got two strike dog and five baby mamas With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin' to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin' I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin' Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad [Chorus x2] [Royal Flush] Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick" It didn't matter when I ain't have shit They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from? No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that Do what I do to make my shit true And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants [Chorus x5]
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