Текст, перевод и аккорды “Yaah!”
- Da,Da,Da,Da Da,Da,Da,Da(MC's) Da,Da,Da,Da Da,Da,Da,Da(Yaah) Yaah(say what) (8x) Break my joint,cut my tongue off,if I aint tight Put a bullet in my head,take my life and let me die If I aint fie Cut me up,feed me to the roaches,let me rot up If I dont rot Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer If I dont deliver Pull my hair out If I sell out Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all If I dont go off Or either lethal injection or straight electricity Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if I loose creativity Let me get forced into sexual activity Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if I dont fall to the upmost of my ability Take my head if I say there aint no feelin Stop sellin my record,give me the money back,nigga if I dont sell at least a million Cut my dick off if I get down Dont get off Crush my spine and cave my chest in If I cum under a nymphovestin If I aint bad for my age,and kick half my size Close my fuckin eyes If you can stop me from saying or keep me from playin Yaah(say what) (15x) Da,Da,Da,Da Snamp my pencil,dislocate my fingers,and jam my thumb I aint gonna write nomore,tear my favorite strip clothes If it dont explode Take my bless,baptized,holy ghost,christian soul If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before theyt can say my shit ole Or if it dont,bang,take me out the game,call me out my name, put me out my house, beat me out my chain Let em leave my bomb,and tell em I received my doom When I'm dead,read bitch ass nigga in the ground,written across my tomb Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breathing room And for when I'm broke and poe For a door maid Roland,think guess lets make a movie Turn my body on Oprah,erase my fuckin vocals, Burn my fuckin notebooks,take my fuckin tapes from me And give it back to golden,I quit,my career is over Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum Da,Da,Da,Da(MC's) Da,Da,Da,Da(say what) Da,Da,Da,Da(MC's) Da,Da,Da,Da(say what) Yaah(Yaah) (8x) Give em my post office application it I aint hip for rap nuttin If yo ass aint(SHIT)and yo hands aint(CLAP) Take my happiness if its just so happened that it aint evenin happening Let something happen to me if I aint hardcore at its maximum Flip the dodge and change the channel If I cant handle it Forgive me if I leave this bitch before I put my fuckin grammy on the map Let my next 50 concerts get canceled If you scard to front my camera then take my fuckin talent Take me from my family,sneaked me back on me if I dont represent Louisianna Chop my fist if I aint the prince Bitch keep me beggin if I cant keep up wit the presidence If I dont run circles ya'll leave me without gas Let my mama Benz catch for flat tires "Chorus"
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