Lil' Wayne - It`s Good (Текст песни)
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It`s Good Songtext
(You who are rich and whose troubles are few)
(May come around to see my point of view)
(What price the crown of the king on his throne?)
(When you’re chained in the dark all alone)
[Jadakiss]
I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood, but I prob’ly should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real, son
‘Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game, but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushin’ the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain’t right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game
Ain’t no collective bargainin’ on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing
[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas
Who don’t have your heart in yo’ rap shit, and got too fuckin’ comfy
‘Cause we still fuckin’ hungry, Young Money got the munchies
Faded, fuckin’ faded, aw, yeah, I’m fuckin’ faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw, yeah, I musta made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shithole
Ahhh, three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge and the jury and the litigator
Watchin’ all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
Ohhhh
[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin’, I ain’t wit’ that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Shenaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
Gimme three wishes, I wish I wish I wish you would, bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock 40s, nigga, you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I’ma need some fuckin’ goggles
It’s better to give, but we don’t give a fuck about ‘em
I just came home, shit done got real, hoe
Lil Weezyana, the boot, nigga, steel toe
I ain’t workin’ wit’ a full deck, but I deal, hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin’ field goal
Talkin’ ’bout Baby money? I got yo’ baby money
Kidnap yo’ bitch, get that "How much you love yo’ lady?” money
I know you fake, nigga, press yo’ brakes, nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date, nigga
I’m a grown-ass blood, stop playin’ wit’ me
Play asshole, and get a ass-whippin’
I think you pussycat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay ‘em down, Tempur-Pedic
This shit’s a game of chess, you niggas think it’s cleavage
It’s Young Money, yeah, ’tis the season
I give you the business, bitch, this a business meetin’
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I’m straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel (Pop) Potato salad
(You who are rich and whose troubles are few)
(May come around to see my point of view)
(What price the crown of the king on his throne?)
(When you’re chained in the dark all alone)
[Jadakiss]
I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood, but I prob’ly should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real, son
‘Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game, but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushin’ the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain’t right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game
Ain’t no collective bargainin’ on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing
[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas
Who don’t have your heart in yo’ rap shit, and got too fuckin’ comfy
‘Cause we still fuckin’ hungry, Young Money got the munchies
Faded, fuckin’ faded, aw, yeah, I’m fuckin’ faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw, yeah, I musta made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shithole
Ahhh, three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge and the jury and the litigator
Watchin’ all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
Ohhhh
[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin’, I ain’t wit’ that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Shenaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
Gimme three wishes, I wish I wish I wish you would, bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock 40s, nigga, you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I’ma need some fuckin’ goggles
It’s better to give, but we don’t give a fuck about ‘em
I just came home, shit done got real, hoe
Lil Weezyana, the boot, nigga, steel toe
I ain’t workin’ wit’ a full deck, but I deal, hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin’ field goal
Talkin’ ’bout Baby money? I got yo’ baby money
Kidnap yo’ bitch, get that "How much you love yo’ lady?” money
I know you fake, nigga, press yo’ brakes, nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date, nigga
I’m a grown-ass blood, stop playin’ wit’ me
Play asshole, and get a ass-whippin’
I think you pussycat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay ‘em down, Tempur-Pedic
This shit’s a game of chess, you niggas think it’s cleavage
It’s Young Money, yeah, ’tis the season
I give you the business, bitch, this a business meetin’
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I’m straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel (Pop) Potato salad
