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    Текст песни Timbaland & Magoo - Don'T Make Me Take It There

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    Yau
    They still won't give me my props
    Now I'm pissed off
    Y'all will see the other side of me
    Come on
    Like this

    I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
    If a nigga didn't make his entry
    Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
    Waiting on my arrivlary
    Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
    Instead of always comparin' me
    If I hear one more remark about me
    I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga

    What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
    When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
    And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
    And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
    For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy
    But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt me
    To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me
    When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me
    Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
    Let my music not really be confused with anybody
    'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime
    then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
    and the mic happens ring with the nine
    if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind
    I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
    and if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat

    I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
    If a nigga didn't make his entry
    Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
    Waiting on my arrivlary
    Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
    Instead of always comparin' me
    If I hear one more remark about me
    I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga

    Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise nigga
    Momma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'
    if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for it
    Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it
    I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it
    Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story
    I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'
    So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit
    walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with
    niggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriage
    with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status
    but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established
    and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at
    Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit
    In front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbit
    To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it
    With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it
    At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it
    All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'

    Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day
    And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay
    I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami
    Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny
    Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change
    But shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things
    'xcept the rap game and bust the track game
    shit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man
    can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots
    before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots
    before Sam Goddie and MTV
    before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC
    before the white rap explosion before the corrosion
    when we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open
    it was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in
    shit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen again
    some shit like that

    I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
    If a nigga didn't make his entry
    Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
    Waiting on my arrivlary
    Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
    Instead of always comparin' me
    If I hear one more remark about me
    I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho
    Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
    Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
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