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Wanna sweetie Power. If I could I would. No calorie logic. If I could would. Skinny thoughts. Muscle brains. Skinny brains. Yeah, she a flower child. I'm a too low rugged child. Somehow we still connect 'cause I can make her Smile. A little wet on my Black and Mild. She like trolls and blow reefer out. I like Percs and sip lean to prowl. She for the peace, I never turn it down. I load it up and pull my blicky out. She tell me chill and drop an acid tab. I'm seeing tie-dye, my vision like the Grateful Dead. She was brought up with love, I know hate instead. I'm changing though. It's hard when you come from Selling drugs in a raincoat or sending hoes. Shit, I did it both, coast to coast. She on the sunshine coast on a sailboat, We adios. Vamanos, I'm from the West Side, Los Angeles. Red bandana, Raphael, Mutant Ninja flow. Pepperoni with the cheese on my pizza folks, Stretch it out. Let me tell you what the Shed about. Sweetie power. If I could I would. No calorie logic. If I could would. Skinny thoughts. Muscle brains. Skinny brains. I'm just trying to focus on the Karma, karma, She calling back, I want another dose, she want Dolce Gabbana. She ain't never satisfied unless she get designer. Try to press against her thighs when I get Behind her. Tryna hide I'm really out my mind, Another slip 'round her. I'm a dirty project G, she a rich nation. She the apple of my eye, Jah creation. Only here 'cause know him, the daughter of her Imagination. Bitch, I can't touch you, No hi, you too crazy. No reason 'cause I hate race or 'cause I Hate your age. No jealous or checkpoint of mine 'cause I don't make your wage. You made me dream before I fucked you, Gon' make me date you. Feel like soon as I start to love you, You done made me hate you. Thought I was gone outside, fell in love, Oh. Thought I was out my mind, oh, Oh. And what caused all of this shit? What causes all of this shit? What is the cause of food for thought? What is the cause of food For Ego money. Found the fit, '03. Thought they Loved not G. Letting go of all free. Letting go the streets. No calorie logic. If I could I would. Muscle brains. Skinny brains. Gonna crash it out for you. Ooh, oh, oh.
Jay Worthy, George Clinton, LNDN DRGS, 03 Greedo, Eyedress — Chasers
«Chasers» — Jay Worthy, George Clinton, LNDN DRGS, 03 Greedo, Eyedress. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:43. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
