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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: Jay-Z - Come And Get Me[Jay-Z] I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in Really a thirty-six without the gun Im thin but when the gat is tucked, Im fat as fuck Ignorant bastard, Im takin it back to day one No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun well heres the shock of your life, the glock not the mic Homey Im not into hype; trust me, Im still street You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother Im a crook like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you How dare you look at Jigga like Im shook like boo I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka.. {*bell rings*} .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come {*bell rings*} .. come and get me COME AND GET ME [Jay-Z] Dont know what yall niggaz is tryin to do but I dont like it Yeah, straight gangster shit Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit Uhh, straight gangster nigga Roc.. Yo, your summers bout to get hot Niggaz home from jail and they plottin Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top The Continental T, got em resentin me God I work hard, please dont envy me I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job All yall remember is the part about me parkin the hog What about all them days I was walkin my dogs? Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?" Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon do to Jay How yall gon stick me up, take my jewels away Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away Well I got news for yall fools today, hey.. Chorus: Jay-Z I got, shots to give come and get me nigga Yall wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga I wont, part with this come and get me nigga I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME.. COME AND GET ME.. [Jay-Z] I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good I aint crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you You know normally them people wouldnt be fuckin witchu Til I made em understand why you do what you do I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasnt for you.." But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew How yall scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves So yall could tape my mouth, stake out my house But I got pride Im a nigga first I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first Thats how Jigga work The funny thing; I represent yall everytime I spit a verse and thats the shit that hurts But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here So when yall feel that the time is right.. Chorus [Jay-Z] Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo Its only fair that I warn ya, raps my new hustle Im treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna My game change but my mindframe remains the same I gotta protect whats mine Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip I made my way hustlin, I dont owe niggaz shit Im paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip Two in the stash, one come up when I shift I keep one under the chair where I sit I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch Ask Big; everytime hed come to my crib hed find another gun that I hid Im ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. shit.. Chorus 2X [Jay-Z] Motherfuckers! |
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