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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: Mobb Deep - Win or Lose"oooooooooooooooo Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" -> "... whether I, win or looooose feel it baby" [variations of this sample repeat throughout the song] [Havoc] Another day another dollar its about gettin money Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny Ive been out in the cold, hustlin for so long my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm [Prodigy] Its like ahh shit its on, time to go shoppin For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb My clothes, be the same shit that we had on And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad [Havoc] Its the H-A-V-O, C-double-and-reload Knock knock, answer that, Im clappin through the peephole Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those But get locked and Im sluttin lady C.O.s [Prodigy] And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.s They push our files to the top, you still on parole We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries Too much dollars to fold, its bulgin out our jeans [Chorus] "Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" [H] But losin aint a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world "Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose" [H] But losin aint a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world [Havoc] Yall like bitches - the chit-chatterin Stay not likin a nigga but givin back to him Hav dont change for no chick, and they adapt to him Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin em [Prodigy] Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant, get yo ass blammed with the quickness Yall niggaz is finished You overdosin the world with that cute shit Its time for this realness [Havoc] And here I go again, lettin the mac blow Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose Ima date shorty, put it up in her backbone For real, put it on her like chapter I rapped on, freal [Prodigy] Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors We run laps around ery artist on your payroll Then hop up in a Range Rov, jet black with the black rims, killin yo bitch in da a-hole; uh-oh! [Chorus] [samples continue to fade] |
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