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Текст песни Slow Dough

[Chorus]


Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)


Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)


They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that`s right)


My niggas is loco (loco)


Yo to diss me that`s a no-no (no-no)


Y`all niggas is so-so (so-so)


That`s why you ain`t got no dough (broke ass niggas)




Put me through any test I bet ya I`ll pass cause I`m a cheater


Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba`s


My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas


And ain`t shit come between us


Look I`m winning now and I`ma keep on winning


I see with you ain`t nothing changed same ginen same linen


Fuck the don shit, nigga I`m an armed convict


I live wild beat cases before a trial


Grand jury style I`m foul


You wondering why I don`t smile


I`m schemeing to stick you up now


Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run


While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh


If you don`t know you better go and ask someone


50 Cent is my symbol and my name


Symbolizing the change that I`m bringing to this game


Things`ll never be the same (never the same baby)




[Chorus]




Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot


Like I won`t grab the glock and run up in your spot


Six double O drop I`ll put two in your knot


And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you`ve got


Here I stand on the alley on godrule


Same spot where rob got shot


The block`s high


Warrent squad flashing my mug shot


Everybody know I`m loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo


Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo


Pump the six and push the volvo


I hear they go kuku and go puff loco


I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo


But keep that on the low do, nobody`s supposed to know, yo


I make 16 hundred off of every ho do


Fucking with the cash flow that`ll get you blast yo (haha)


I always get the last laugh yo




[Chorus]




I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck


While you niggas race neck to neck


While niggas who live from cheque to tech


I ain`t even going to front I ain`t working with a full deck


Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards


Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat


As soon as I start dreaming I`m right back on the street


Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me


Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee


Believe me if you thought like me you could be me


But you ain`t been through what I been through and this shit ain`t that easy (one)




[Chorus]


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