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Krush Groove

アーティスト:The Game  アルバム:West Coast Resurrection 

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(JT) We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy You understand it, I'm official with mine; I'm double-clutchin On the fo'-wheel, pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we 'bout that birdplay My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the Bridge We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin at cops It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga? JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker (Nina B) Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth Believe me I'm in them sheets like phonebooths I play the game I was born to score But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores A little too, known, to stand on the block And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that side Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash 'em with a major passion I slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion And have you dashin from Manhattan all the way to Aspen Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin Step ya game up


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