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    Текст песни Kool G Rap - My Life

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    (feat. G-Wise)
    [G-Wise - vocoder box effect]
    Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga)
    [Chorus: G-Wise - vocoder]
    All of my life, I live
    I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
    Thug it out baby, thug it out baby
    Don't stop 'til I die for this
    I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah
    [Kool G. Rap]
    Yo, yo
    Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain
    Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game
    Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range
    Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
    Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king
    We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim
    Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot
    from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops
    Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks
    Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots
    Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt)
    No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop
    Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators
    Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest
    Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas
    My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers
    [Chorus]
    [Kool G. Rap]
    Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
    Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
    Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon
    Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
    Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh]
    Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
    Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
    Prison niggaz that ran balloons
    Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
    Fuck women in tanning rooms
    Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do
    Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
    If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
    Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice
    So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees
    Bomb G under the armpiece
    Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy
    Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
    Washin the jackpot like laundry
    Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly
    [Chorus x2]
    [G-Wise - vocoder box in background to fade]
    [Kool G. Rap]
    G. Rap nigga..
    What, thug shit, Queens clicks
    What.. uh-huh
    Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks
    Thug shit, Queens clicks
    Uhh.. yea
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