Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Professional”
- [dj clue] *echoing* New shit, mobb deep featuring noyd (like this dunn) The professional, used from my nigga vic Haha [prodigy] Yo you catch chills, p stimulates your eardrum Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all I blastoff on the track law My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for Wit facts like an ? ansaw? , I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw Do queens tires get burnt, lets peel through the real Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me Check out my lifestyle, its a off-road course I stay challenged, but thats a good thing Cuz it creates balance, infamous wild life federation My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate Derate barracks, dont get yourself embarrassed My click savage, yall niggaz is average Im handling your most v.p., put em in p.c. Nigga, its the i-m-d nigga (clue) Chorus 2x Chorus [havoc] Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option Start hoppin, cuz when its on we aint stoppin The clickll get the message when shit start droppin Dont got a gat stashed, you better start coppin [havoc] Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults But in new york, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats Me and my clicks champagning, and campaigning While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils Ill be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style Put holes in your polo, I know your m-o, you half homo Joinin my team, thats a no-no Say what you want, dont let it talk for you And thats my word, Ill have this hollow tip stored for you Chorus 2x [noyd] One time nigga, two times nigga yo I dig the way clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body The type of tracks, got me killin these cats Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact When niggas in the hood aint no good, carry gats And leave you on your back in a hurry Especially, dealin wit the money Rockin pelle fuckin wit the spanish mami cheffin up by dellis Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so hav blaze the bees And pass that to me, and Ill bless piece So this way the whole fam eat Be the infamous of this shit, pioneers of this Survival of the fittest, nobodys fuckin wit this So fuck around wit hav, you fuck around wit me You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit p You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three Mothafuckers from the nyc, what nigga uh, what nigga clueminatti Chorus 2x
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