Prodigy feat The Alchemist & Havoc — That's That (Return Of The Mac 2007)
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That's That (Return Of The Mac 2007) Prodigy feat The Alchemist & Havoc04:03
Текст песни: That's That (Return Of The Mac 2007)
That’s That Lyrics[Intro: Prodigy, Alchemist] Uh, ALC out this motherfucker (A-A-A-A-Alchemist) K-Keep the pen moving [Chorus: The Alchemist & Sample] That's that, that’s that I don't even think just write.. That's that, tell you somethin’, eyo listen [Verse 1: Alchemist] Eyo, hard work pays off so I take them days off My phone out of control so the ringer stays off In the lab cookin' a batch I'm just trying to cake off Got these dudes watchin' my moves I'm just tryin' to shake off Separate the real from the fake I'm just tryin' to break off We’ll be in front of the whole world, and watch me take off Made a name, rate the game now watch how we make off Spit the loot up with the troops, watch how we break off You ain’t cut from the same cloth, I cut a snake off I get my weight off, many different plates that I ate off Yeah, some are foul trying to imitate the style but they're way off I’m a workaholic, rapping's what I'm makin' my pay off Except I never get, laid off or take days off Machines never turn off, switches don’t even say off Been hearin' all the talkin' but my hair's get gray off So I focus on the path that I'm barkin' and don't stray off [Bridge: Prodigy] You got me talkin' like an alien-s Like we don't pop it off everytime Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy And all these niggas's bitch Plus all lost their fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid Got your motherfuckin' head Bust it low, some motherfucker head [Chorus: The Alchemist & Sample] That's that, I don't know nothing about Alchemist (A-A-A-A-Alchemist) K-Keep the pen moving That's that, that's that That's that, I don't even think just write.. That's that, that's that (Check, who is it) [Verse 2: Havoc] It's the H dolo, same position all up in my photo Jail pose, like being ankle tossed the floor, this ain't old We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk My home wished that in the air, we got them things in Somethin' pop off, with the crew we finish them I throw it back Long Island, ice tea sippin' Bartender on my dick your drink's a little stressin' See my niggas wilding, I tell them slow down dippin' Keep my demeanor and you will see a difference Niggas act up then and become bitches, grab your lipsticks Don't do it to your self I'll have you them missing them summers Like Jay-Z had by, I rode with nothing but gunners Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer Strikes snapping from me you ain't no general thunn Yeah yeah but I know where this thing from How I first came in the game and got that bread son [Verse 3: Prodigy] You got me talkin' like an alien-s Like we don't pop it off everytime Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy And all these niggas's bitch Plus all lost their fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid Got your motherfuckin' head Bust it low, some motherfucker head [Outro: Havoc] Yeah, uh-huh I feel this one right here Who is it? It's about to get real hot If it ain't hot already, yeah, fuck outta' here
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