UNCLE KRACKER
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Текст песни UNCLE KRACKER - Steaks & Shrimp
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Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat
C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state eatin' steaks n shrimp
It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy bags and the white trash connection
Источник https://alllyr.ru/song43732
No flexin', huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin'
That shits free with an LP in circulation, and we be wastin' time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud
Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and don't think were soft
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin' stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles tem from pioneers
Leavin' suckers in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall
That's Top Dog callin' out each and everyone of y'all
You get balls you come and talk that shit
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with
and don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thing with more love than California
Drunk DJ smokin' cognac dips
Call me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A we bit shy but I comply by me
And I'm a mean motherfucker when I have to be
Got young G's with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I told
You ho's you can't fuck with these cuz
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin' with Top Dog your fuckin' with familia
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear
Anytime you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln, in the clubs drinkin'
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'
You can check me but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin' to take my pride
You ride with who? Man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money, Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin'
Your nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me but the jokes on you
I'm all about the everyday nothin' at all
See I'm not doin very much I'm just havin' a ball
I'm in bed by four I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a 40 or pour me some scotch
The watch on my wrist that don't even exist
Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat
C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state eatin' steaks n shrimp
It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy bags and the white trash connection
Источник https://alllyr.ru/song43732
No flexin', huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin'
That shits free with an LP in circulation, and we be wastin' time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud
Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and don't think were soft
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin' stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles tem from pioneers
Leavin' suckers in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall
That's Top Dog callin' out each and everyone of y'all
You get balls you come and talk that shit
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with
and don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thing with more love than California
Drunk DJ smokin' cognac dips
Call me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A we bit shy but I comply by me
And I'm a mean motherfucker when I have to be
Got young G's with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I told
You ho's you can't fuck with these cuz
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin' with Top Dog your fuckin' with familia
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear
Anytime you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln, in the clubs drinkin'
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'
You can check me but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin' to take my pride
You ride with who? Man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money, Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin'
Your nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me but the jokes on you
I'm all about the everyday nothin' at all
See I'm not doin very much I'm just havin' a ball
I'm in bed by four I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a 40 or pour me some scotch
The watch on my wrist that don't even exist
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