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Текст песни Bob - Champaign ft. Playboy Tre слова

20 ноября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1091 RSS
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One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane

Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way

Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray

It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign

To my campaign, to my campaign

Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed

To my campaign, welcome to my campaign

Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed


I say my mixtape better than your album

How come? Really, you was better off without one

Sideline haters, they can’t tolerate the outcome

You the runner-up type, me they cannot outrun

Sit yo whack ass down, come up up down some

Take a fuckin Valium, now DJ crank the volume

Tell ‘er like: keep your head steady I’m about done

Passed out, please don’t wake me up until the ounce come

Uh uh, I’m in the hood like an Obama sticker

I’m from the hood, you a neighborhood watch nigga

I ball through it, a major look watch nigga

Huh, pissin niggas off like SWAT sticker


One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane

Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way

Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray

It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign

To my campaign, to my campaign

Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed

To my campaign, welcome to my campaign

Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed


Okay, I’m bangin’

With my Ace, he just be the case

So we got liquor by the crates, yellin’ fuck the state

I guess that you can’t say it’s fake

That we made it from the bottom of the bottom

With somebody, yea we shootin’, but don’t nobody know we shot ‘em

I just point, a angel’s got him

I hope that Lord embrace him

I swear to ya’ll, the streets are here

That’s why I got my pistol sayin’

If we don’t make it then it’s back to doing devlish things

Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem

Death to my opponents, this is crowning moment

The live we live, it can’t be rented, boy you gotta own it

I’m feelin lethal, sippin’ Brandy that Moisha

You saw that bust uppercut inside the flow with you


One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane

Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way

Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray

It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign

To my campaign, to my campaign

Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed

To my campaign, welcome to my campaign

Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed


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