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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 - We UpYeah, bout to get my head right on this one Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh Yeah Yeah! Cmon [Havoc] Hav come through, slump low with the seat back With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) Perhaps Ill fold, maybe I wont Go back to it like an old bitch I boned Nigga Havoc he a problem specially when he zoned Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns aint equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed Im blessed thats why my neck is glistening You in a slump cause you not listening We hold our own and earn our keep And never ever get more than the one eye sleep [Prodigy] (We up!) Word man (We up!) I be havin nightmares son (We up!) (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I dont even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) Tell you about this shit son (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) Im havin dreams of squeezin a gun that dont work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real, Im dyin of thirst I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest Then I cant get back to sleep, Im too stressed I got the shotty real close, right under my bed I know that work, cause I been practicin with my gauge at the range, nigga Im nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, Im real life wit it Youll be coughin up yo spleen, guts an all kinda shit You invade my space, Im beatin the case Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah thats my kind of shit Please, or all of my gunsll be a waste [Havoc] (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga (We up!) No doubt (We up!) Thats why Im glad we up man (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us yknow? (We up!) Word up man (We up!) Thats right my nigga we up (We up!) (Everybody wake up!) |
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