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50 CENT - Remain Calm (Al Qaeda Bomb) (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Precious Paris)

4 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 1158 RSS
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 [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
 Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don
 Pocket full of green, green in the bong
 That bitch with the bow-legged stance turning me on
 ?
 Niggas still want me dead like Osam'
 
 Them niggas all workers, I'll smack the shit out they bosses
 Ferrari, I'm stronger than 500 horses
 Money is power, you niggas better wake up
 My ear rings blinking, that's old shit from Jacob
 Add it up, four plus four, that's eight karats
 You can't run and get you a bill, you ain't got it
 Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand
 You can get shot fucking with Floyd, that's my man
 Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team
 Pinky ring flawless, my God I'm gorgeous
 
 [Hook: 50 Cent]
 Remain calm, you fucking with a don
 Remain calm, ho remain calm
 Remain calm, you fucking with a don
 Remain calm, don't ring the alarm
 Remain calm, you fucking with a don
 Remain calm, nigga remain calm
 Remain calm, you fucking with a don
 Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb
 
 [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
 I'm chilling like a villain while I'm dealing, I am
 Ruling while I'm cooling with my tool in my hand
 Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch
 Up close on ya, you'll get stuck with a knife, bitch
 Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene that's my white bitch 
 The rest of my bitches, nah they ain't gon' like this
 But I don't give a fuck cause they all love this nightstick
 But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
 Collar popped up, cool as the Fonz
 Motherfucker! Have a seat and loosen up
 Get a glass of some gin, now juice it up, deuces up
 See it's a line there for a reason
 And if you cross it, no more breathing, ya leaving
 Believe it - we understand each other?
 Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in ya, brother - ya dig?
 
 [Hook]
 
 [Verse 3: Precious Paris]
 Four fifth on that shit, that Glock copped to ya face
 My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan' taste
 Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
 Six inch DaVinci's, a bitch finna act out
 Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
 I know what the bread like, my butt give y'all headlight
 Shine like I shine, night or daytime
 ?, na na na na
 Make a nigga wan' buy everything I say buy - ma na na na na
 
 My assets is my ass, jack
 Stun, I tell my niggas right where yo stash at
 You fucking with a Southside bitch, I go where the money go
 I'm madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho
 Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana
 Or ?, I'm B squared up, what
 
 [Hook]
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