Intro for Roger — текст песни (DJ Quik)


[22 second instrumental to open]

[DJ Quik]
Cause stuff I seen it was inevitable I`d be a business man
I knew that I would get some assistance whenever I took the stand
Now this is how yo` street works, everybody all hates each other
Until they in each other`s face, and then they be cousins brothers
and loved ones, it`s all just a race
To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce
You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, I`m around the world time
Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they`re fine
This is my intro, I`m scratchin Chingy, comin blingy this time
I`m showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind
This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind
To see that y`all would freak out me at an opportune time
I shoulda seen it comin

[Chorus]
Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit
I`m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch
You fuckin with my chips I gotta resist
I`m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch
Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit
I`m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch
She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist
I`m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch

[DJ Quik]
I live in Los Scangelous, California
It`s the most beautiful sunset `til cowards run up on ya
And then it`s curtains you hurtin for what yo` mob done been blurtin
When you don`t love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin
I ain`t sharin a fuckin thing, I`m a rider for certain
Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give `em some Jergens
Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer
the homey`s tweakin
Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin
My best friend`s dead, my heart is a stone
My soul ain`t even mine to own, they say it`s alone
And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song
I`m comin with pencils pistols and Cristals you gone
It`s premeditated now nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit
Family messin with him, gangbangin, man
Get his drink on, for a long time
Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on `em
Losin and fallin, scandalous-ass baby momma
Lettin homies, so-called homies fuck
Tryin to make my nigga look bad
Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones
That`s what they get, keep on pushin Quik



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