Текст, перевод и аккорды “Border Patrol”
- [Verse One] Yeah The Commi$$ioner Yeah border patrol Border patrol Everybody comin in Y'all check each car one by one I got my facial done up like Frankentein I build up thangs, I put your ass on your mind Mr. Weebles Wobble, 7 cents around when I sell marbles Girls get up early, yeah, get to the bathroom and gargle The motorcycle helmets with my crocos Drink cases in the corner by myself, vomit a lil' bit and crack the bottles Park the Fleetwood bro, lean to the side in my sombrero With white dogs in the backseat, the dogs feel the back heat Whitewall tires slide on all 360's in the street That's how I do Freak Week, camcord on record Shootin porn movies at the Greek, chicks called Candy compete 8F float, Danny compete, my boys come up meat markets Bags grill set up the chopped meat Trucks can't come in, we stop meat That was our purse, two exhaust pipes, 28 inch rims With a Hemi on the hearse [Chorus: repeat 2X] Border patrol Don't cross that line {*4X*} Don't cross that liiiine [Verse Two] Border patrol, haha, don't cross that line boy Gettin the money, that's what the mission is Stop the yappin like a politician it's cryin like them bitches You a grown man, you on your period? Hillbilly, I'ma speak the truth I'ma keep it real, stomper who? Gettin paid, that's all on you Get up off your ass, do what you gotta do Keep lookin at me cause I'm from the 'Ville Cross the line, caps get pealed What'chu know about the boy they call Hill Be a few years 'fore I'm bustin that steel From New York to the Down South In the Midwest I'm what they they talkin about The whole country ring, did you hear his name But I ride the track, like a subway train I'm on the grind, 365 Hard on 'em, but I gotta survive I'm a soldier, on the frontlines AK with a 45 down to ride [Chorus] [Verse Three] Border patrol... Breakin hoes, fresh clothes, pocket makin paper rolls This is what I do, that's the life, that a player chose Nice whips equal thick hips, so I'm flippin chips Tired of bricks, that's why I'm in the studio, lettin it rip I'm the truth, this is proof, vibin on a different loop Grab a pen, let it loose, 'til labels give me recoup All we need, City of a God when it come to rap It's a wrap, that's a fact, look at where I started at I'm all in, makin bread, dodgin feds, gettin head From the baddest chick, that's that shit, check what Petey said He the man, what a plan, soon they'll all understand What I'm all about, that's no doubt, pocket pickin man Yeah, I said [Chorus] Border patrol {*echoes*}
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