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H.H.E.H.

アーティスト:Beanie Sigel  アルバム:The Solution  作詞:GRANT DWIGHT/BEANIE SIGEL  作曲:CHIGER ALEXANDER PABLO/DAVIS VIDAL/HARRIS ANDRE 

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Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps (Beanie Sigel:) As I skate through the city in that black cuatro You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers I pop more than the collar You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone When she recognize a real don I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) (Beanie Sigel:) Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n "Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"


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