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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Beastie Boys - Car ThiefSome static started in the pool hall In a motherfuckers face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee Me and my crew out breaking windows The bingo the lotto you know Ill never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all yall Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You aint nothing but a car thief biting routines Im a city slicker I aint no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said youve got to toke and pass Or Mookies gonna kick your fuckin ass You try to take what isnt yours like a God damn rat *See personally I wouldnt want to go out like that* Im a writer a poet a genius I know it I dont buy cheeba I grow it *Im a farmer* people always trying to get next to me But Im down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You cant deny me you always want to try me Youre just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthonys Feast Sometimes youve got to let someone trip on their own shoelace before you tell them to tie their shoe All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin Space cake cookies I discover who I am Im a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-O caught me now Im going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think So Im rockin all the rhymes and Ill have another drink So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning Of another rhyme Im rapping M.C.ing I rock You aint nothing but a car thief who must be stopped |
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