Betty Rocker — текст песни (Field Mob)

You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda
mix it up whip it up a put in a pot.

Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop
it up bag it then put on the block.

I`m a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born
babies in car seats I`m suppose to stay straped
cause our country likes collard greens and grits
which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics
but it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-mes
scard I`ll be on the team I`ll be 12 like enemies
what`s all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out
ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots
ya mad cause alcapon in a glida(?)(?)(?)(?)(?)
like a football playa have a bar-b-que i want bark
at you wit ya red shirts look like a football playa
you don`t sell dope like me, i was riding the bus
with coke way before Tyrese,???
cops is sick of me
feds wanna get rid of me
cause I`m slanging heavy diddly diddly diddly d



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