The Game and 2 Chainz, Rick Ross — Ali Bomaye (Jesus Piece 2012)
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Ali Bomaye (Jesus Piece 2012) The Game and 2 Chainz, Rick Ross06:13
Текст песни: Ali Bomaye (Jesus Piece 2012)
[Intro: The Game] Get my people out them chains, nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin', bruh? 'Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom Or is it 'cause my windows tinted? Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it (2 Chainz!) You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break Well, I'ma fuck her till the springs break [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winnin' In my four-door, lookin' real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money gettin' long, pussy rate keep risin' Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Sellin' that chicken; no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I'm gettin' so much money I can buy your bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women workin' naked Fell in love with a waitress—what the fuck I'm thinkin'? Bought that ho a ring, it was for her pinky Uhn, that's pimpin', that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent [Verse 2: The Game] Fuck y'all mad at me for? Got a black card and a black Phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie [Chorus 1: The Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case [Verse 3: The Game] Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it? Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it? Free Big Meech, free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef, nigga; no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners Got coke swimmin' in that glass jar, bitch, go turn on them burners! Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a bitch nigga; no female, I smack niggas; Sprewell I'm on the block like D12, I got the white; no D-12 Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye But they yellin'… [Chorus 2: The Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle—fuck it, let 'em spray! [Verse 4: Rick Ross] I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran; I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel Now you swimmin' in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settlin' for less, I call 'em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothin' at all On the road to the riches, bitches not taggin' along [Verse 5: The Game] Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashin' the chrome I'm wavin' the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC Extendos in the back, gonna lap I got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX Speakin' skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back, 2 Chainz! [Verse 6: 2 Chainz] Skateboard on a nigga track No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence. If you got work Go to work, don't work at your residence [Verse 7: The Game] …For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Ridin' through the jungles in that mothafuckin' elephant That's a gray Ghost, with the ears on it Swimmin' through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the mothafuckas in, made another mil Got a nigga feelin' like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it, whip his ass today [Chorus 2: The Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle—fuck it, let 'em spray! [Outro: Kevin Hart] Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up? Nigga, talk to yo nigga Ay, my fuckin' Jesus piece! (Woo) Ay, ay, ay nigga, nigga look at ya boy! Look at ya boy! Ay nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes doe Nigga they got diamonds in it! Nigga iced out! Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga Ay don’t ever question my religion i just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga. You see it, ay ay ay real quick, real quick, look at his headband (Ooh) Nigga, Nigga look it! Look at ya boy nigga Ay nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin' joint nigga Yo chill here come Kanye, shut up don’t Let me turn my piece around
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