Текст, перевод и аккорды “Why They”
- [Cam'ron: talkin] See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me nigga U better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga My new name is mother fuckin velcro the way niggaz stick to me no homo [Verse 1:] Harlem 100 million dollars lovely dame and big Shots to like wayne and big No need explain yah dig Somone come claim this kid He a fraud, the city morg, gone claim his wig Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem Were we scramble crack, beef come handle that Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do jack Place a order well cancel that jaffe set it Any problems baby, come to harlem baby We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup Look the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches In my nostril pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah clothes Lived in 56 and 46 live my crows My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs rose Uncle came down gat explode, that case disclose Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros They compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked hoes They wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy Cause I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy! Ahoy from over seas they ship the toys [Chorus:] Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh [Verse 2:] See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the pump I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em down Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and drunk I keep loaded guns, for every five bricks My connect throw me one, you don't know me son Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood diamond [Cam'ron: talkin] I hug the block, it hug me back Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my watch Now look at my watch love my timin Name stop, drop it, dog you not poppin When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop coppin Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin When I stop his heart with some head shots Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is green And the suits is black, and the roses red That's the kiss of death baby boy go to bed And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead I start wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite, You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the right Pull the gat out two shots, peace goodnight [Chorus 2:] Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh
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