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The Chosen Few (Live For This)

アーティスト:Boot Camp Clik  アルバム:The Chosen Few  作詞:BLAKE KENYATTA S/DIXON EVA/MATLOCK ERIC/POWELL BARRETT JAMES  作曲:BLAKE KENYATTA S/DIXON EVA/MATLOCK ERIC/POWELL BARRETT JAMES 

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( VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ) Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller We hit down south, I would call her She was lonely, strippin, had a job at the Shoneys The only one who showed me the real from the phoneys Stayed hangin out with her best friend Tony Eyes stayed red with a head full of pony Always jokin sayin she wish she could clone me Actin all friendly, I hooked her up with Henny ( VERSE 2: Louieville ) Then she told me for me and Foul to come OT You know me, baby girl, show me the money Doin 90 down 95 South If we don't move it out, then the town'll have a drought Pushin, pedal to the metal Once we get there the worries'll get settled Chillin, fallin back for the week with Money that counts and shorty bop's a freak Toast to the dogs in the war The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor This bitch gotta twist up and hit Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch But a nigga gotta keep the shit rollin Keep the shit potent, Hennyville stay smokin And a nigga ain't crackin no jokes Smackin up your folks Cause a nigga know broke ( VERSE 3: Sean Price ) Hey yo, I rhyme all day, I rhyme all night I got to sleep, wake up, and rhyme some more Starvin like Marvin, niggas screamin, "I'm so poor" Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up boots In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine Know y'all hope Sean fall with the words Fuck you pa, Pope John, call him the Third Follow the god, bitches wanna swallow the god Hit my man off worse than you can polish the god ( Tek ) I told you to walk with me You wanna lose your money, gamble with me But if you all about your paper, hustle with me Then come on Come on Listen Listen ( VERSE 4: Tek ) All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score Tell God to look out for one more Matter of fact maybe more than one So I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun Just gimme one line, one role,


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