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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: Stuck Mojo - Suburban RangerWhy you wanna step to me my C-I-S Brothers dont play you got a lot to say when you with your boys on the other side of town I catch you 1-on1 and yo ass is beat down. I see you styling highly profile. Try to play that thug role youre head is swole Now you want to be all that you can be, But not by the colors of the army! Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on wood Gold chains and gold rings you misunderstood Trace back and look back you aint black Nigga straight sneaking through the cracks. Whos that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out yall the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Mr. Mirror image you wanna scrimmage Why when your goof troop ass look like Grimace. In your altered state fake mistakes Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate! Slap that mutha for not being himself Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth. Dont try to be like and sip herbal tea like And come to my crib run your jibs and ad lib. Urban cross-dressing language molesting Heres a suggestion time for a confession. I never liked you I still want to fight you K.O. 1st round lights out troop. Whos that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out yall the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger [Court Room] [Judge] Order! Jury, have you reached, have you reached a verdict? [Jury] We find the wigger GUILTY!!!!! [Judge] I here by sentence you, wigger, to a 100 years confined to a chair, forced to watch episodes of the Andy Grifith Show, Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk. No parole. Corny you lose your proiflies confused Wannabes make me sneeze make me itch like fleas Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see Circles in a square bite that ass like bees!! Your image is deceiving I aint believing You trying act like me for no reason. Change your game your rhymes off season mess with Steven, Ill leave your crew grieving. False advertisement strike a pose for the no-style trophy. You great big phony sponsored by Oscar balogna For your whole made up style you owe me. Whos that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out yall the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Dont get mad, unless were talking about you. |
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