The Rapsody - Prince Igor (Караоке)

СТАТЬ СПОНСОРОМ (BOOSTY) ► НАШ САЙТ ► ЗАКАЗАТЬ МИНУС ► ЗАКАЗАТЬ КАРАОКЕ ► КУПИТЬ МИНУС ► НАШИ СТРИМЫ ► TELEGRAM ► INSTAGRAM ► VK ► TWITCH ► TIK-TOK ► RUTUBE ► OK ► VKPLAY ► YANDEX ZEN ► TROVO ► ---------------------------------------------------- Рэасоди - Принц Игорь (Текст и слова песни) Warren G top dog Patrolling the beach Riggers say they hard as bricks But they soft as a peach Climbin the G of all G’s Please I come blowin through like the breeze Sitting on the threes Post it coast it and mash it down Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims Black on black Yukon With nuts hangin From the city where the bangers be bangin It don’t seem like shit is changin I hollered at a homey the other day G’d up at the park sippin Alisay One of the homies took a beatin So now we’ll start to be a gang Checkin at the meetin life cycles repeatin It’s just another sunset fall and see I can hear the homies that pass calling me And you know what I discover What they keep sayin Keep your mind and your money Motherfuckers and shake busters Улетай на крыльях ветра Ты в край родной родная песня наша Туда где мы тебя свободно пели Где было так привольно нам с тобою Have you ever sold millions But yet you niggas persist to talk shit Get off my dick Ya never catch me slippin Rollin with the heat slap the clippin I never thought the world would start trippin My life’s a trip though hit the crypto Blow the whistle they think I bang So I pack a pistol Warren to the G. is a G. I don’t f*ck with you nigga So don’t f*ck with me let’s ride To the East Side slide like a fo I pack a four-four when I’m steppin out dough To the bang to the boogie If I speak then I spoke Warren G. you do it every time till ya low Get the party lit like blazin smoke The East Side of the beach West side of the coast You know the niggas that arrive with hogs Attack dogs to say niggas are down to die With motherfucker Улетай на крыльях ветра Ты в край родной родная песня наша Туда где мы тебя свободно пели Где было так привольно нам с тобою Who’s the man I’ve been from London to Japan Stomp land to land and to the Egyptian sands You can’t check me disrespect me Ya mock me up With the bass bumping out my truck And all these police tryin to lock me up Money rules the world dnd I made the loot So don’t make me shoot cause trying to match’ ll get you down every time I ain’t trying to hurt nobody But I’m down for mine Biatch Money over power Power over money Money over power Power over money Money over power Power over money Money over power Power over money Money over power Biatch biatch Улетай на крыльях ветра Ты в край родной родная песня наша Туда где мы тебя свободно пели Где было так привольно нам с тобою