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Tytuł: Caught up

  • Wykonawca: Ol' Dirty Bastard
  • Wy¶wietleń: 395

  
   feat. Mack 10, Royal Flush
  
  [Chorus: sample]
  Some people get caught up
  Some try and get rolled up
  Some people... [x9]
  
  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass..
  The things that you learnt in class is trash
  You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past
  You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
  I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked
  The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
  Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash
  This struggle on the ming, non of y'all bring
  I got y'all in.. flavouring
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Mack 10]
  I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
  I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop
  I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed
  Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
  Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give
  I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
  Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
  Got two strike dog and five baby mamas
  With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin'
  to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin'
  I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple
  Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple
  I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas
  Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers
  Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin'
  Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Royal Flush]
  Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind
  Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes
  Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies
  Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine
  Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line
  Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions
  Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"
  It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
  They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib
  All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
  Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
  Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?
  No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
  Do what I do to make my shit true
  And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges
  If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants
  
  [Chorus x5]