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Tytuł: Rap game - crack game

  • Wykonawca: Jay-Z
  • Wy¶wietleń: 175

  
   Uhh...
  Uhh, yeah
  Won't stop niggaz
  "Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
  Jigga! Feel me
  People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
  "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
  Uhh, Roc-a-Fella
  Geyeah
  
  We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight
  What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take
  Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
  Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
  When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
  Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
  But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
  Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
  Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
  Let em test the product, give em a promo show
  Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
  Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five
  Ain't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele
  So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
  But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
  You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
  
  "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
  "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
  [repeat 3X]
  
  Ge-ge-geyeah
  I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
  Got your whole block now, pumpin my work
  My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
  like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
  And my singles like gems, you know the treys
  Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
  You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
  Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
  Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
  You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook up
  Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
  They know my shit stretch without the baking soda
  Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
  Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
  Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
  Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha
  
  "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
  "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
  [repeat 4X]
  
  [Cuts and Scratches]