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What's up, nigga? What? It's the pack. Y'all about to make me come out of retirement, Nigga. What? Thirty-six overdue. Superfly with this shit, nigga. Goddamn. Damn. Bubble baths. Blowing a bitch nose. Diamonds and a cross, nigga. Fuck you mean? Living room parked outside. Come on, let's get it. Who the fuck you fucking with, though? This Louise Rojas, nigga. I know Papi and them. We got the same mother, but ain't money. I make the pack and stew numbers, boss. Do the batch right, lock it down for the Summer, dawg. Nigga playing hard, take the roof of His Hummer off with all his thoughts. Th-this the crime boss. Knives through minds, cough, lime smoking off. This here from humble. This bitch eyeball and thick like gumbo. Double ears wide open to hear how the hunches Flow out of the money machine like a drum Roll. Five, tens, twenties on the floor. Hundreds on the table, Louis duffel bag the dough. Globe on the cable, put the movement on the Rope. LLC the paper, it's hard to say we Selling dope. Won't catch me with my youngins Because they sick. But now, now, you know I Gotta be sicker. They call me king with the Gold crown. Bow bows, put them in the paper All year round. For M1s of a house and Filled with them two-point-two pounds. Sounds like a masterpiece. Inside the rider, window down, so they know it's Me. Black bottle, pour it all night, I shoot A press a fighter. From the Rosemary Square like Nine ball and spider. Now I'm uptown in a Blizzard, in PA in a suit. At the corporate meeting, trying to shake the stigma Of a nigga. Take the blazer off, back to The hidey-hole gizzas. Clown me muggers, I tell them bitches eat a Sticker. You're not yourself when you're hungry, Dummy. Get up off the ground and get some Money. You love me? I told myself that. Nigga, you've done your time. Stay solid, I'll get your wealth back. Heat it up, melt that. Yo-yo down the O, bring it back. Forty ice cubes in a salad bowl, sock it In Saran Wrap. Everything here, there's nothing Missing. Nigga, get the bags. Ship it out, shut it down. Look around, it's the pack. Put that yo-yo down the O, bring it back. Forty ice cubes in a salad bowl, sock it In Saran Wrap. Everything here, nothing missing. Nigga, get the bags. Ship it out, shut down. Look around, it's the pack. Went deep into the projects, d-d-dug up my past. A lot of hustlers came up, said they ain't Going back to the place where we learned to Sell slab. The booster was walking around with the Latest clothes off the rack. Just trying to get by. Down to the last newborn, then there's two more Days until the first. Nigga's got court. Baby on the way, nigga's got war coming. Owe the plug for a brick of yay, like Fuck 'em, I'll get 'em. When the stress wears Off, the luck returns. Been laying low, a suspect, a couple of suckers Got burned. You live and you learn that the Days get better. Polo sweater with a bulletproof Underneath, back to the cheddar. Though the connect is interest, get back on some Pimp shit. Superfly, no simpin', nigga, Keep your distance. I got a blade sharp like Wayne Dawson suit, nigga. Born tailor-made, couple bitches in the coupe, Nigga. Watch the king load up close, GTV. Put on your glasses, bitch, This here is HD. Fully enhanced, see the coke residue on the rubber Bands. Wrapped around the money, wrapped around the Money man. Rip the Saran, can you make it More? Bounce to the ounce. Mr. Wizard in the kitchen trying to increase the Count. If you good, then enjoy the math. If not, you're half, half of the city map. No refunds, get the gat. Yo-yo down the O, bring it back. Forty ice cubes in a salad bowl, sock it In Saran Wrap. Everything here, there's nothing Missing. Nigga, get the bags. Ship it out, shut it down. Look around, it's the pack. Put that yo-yo down the O, bring it back. Forty ice cubes in a salad bowl, sock it In Saran Wrap. Everything here, there's nothing Missing. Nigga, get the bags. Ship it out, shut it down. Look around, it's the pack. It's the pack, nigga. It's on its way. Look for the stamp. Fat man with the globe. Global mobile. Louise Rojas. Let's go.
King Locust — Da Pack
«Da Pack» — King Locust. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:17. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
