I Know - Gar, B.G.: текст песни id 21949056
First thing first — and for me that’s n’s
I floss, so I know you gon’let me pimp Benz
If I want it, no matter the cost, I’ll get it It’s mine, so I know you gon’let me spend it My clique made it known: we 'bout havin’things
Sport diamonds, so I know you gon’let us bling
B.G.: shut it down when I come through
They say I’m wrong, but I know you gon’let me do what I do If I got it, I ain’t gon’hide it — I show mine
I know you gon’respect it, I know you gon’let me shine
I know you ain’t gon’step, I know you know I tote iron
Quick to bust, and I know you don’wan’die
You see eight Bentleys comin’on a late Sunday
I know you know that’s Cash Money Millionaires comin'
We be layin’it down — don’t give a fuck, nigga
We’re from uptown, so I know you gon’let us stunt, nigga
Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey)
Listen, listen:
I know you see the jewelry — it’s berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt — don’t try
I know you people wishin’that one day we gon’stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock
I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs — you don’t wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin’that one day we gon’stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock
I know you bet’not open your mouth when I ride by I know you know this Lex GS on shine
I spin through fast, wrist hangin’out the dropped Jag
Blindin’ya — I know you gon’let me act bad
I know you gon’let me go off, let me show my ass
I know you gon’let me show off, make haters mad
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy — I know you gon’break bread
I know you clowns don’t like it, gotta accept it You don’t, get wetted — I know you gotta respect it You don’t want Geezy bringin’drama to your set’n'
I know you don’t want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses
Please don’t test me — you do, it get hectic
I shoot for the head — don’t depend on vests
Now on the up and up I’m every bad bitch choice
Don’t be mad, I know you gon’let me be a hot boy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hoes say I’m nasty — I know you gon’let me slang wood
Say I changed — I’m rich, I know you gon’let me be good
I’m the same ol’nigga I was when I was broke
Still beef, so I know you gon’let me tote my four-four
Now, you know what happened: tried to play me like a hoe
We both can’t live on this earth — one of us gotta go On the real, when it come to shinin', I’m nothin’nice
You’ll be blinded, and I know you don’t like when I wear ice
I know you gon’let me burn, I’m h o t I know you gon’let me be me — that’s B.G.
I know you gon’respect my clique: CMB
I know you don’t want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy
I know you don’t wan’put your car next to Fresh or B I know you ain’t got the price like them: ten a-piece
I know you bet’stay in your place — don’t fuck with us I know you ain’t on our level 'cause we platinum plus
Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey)
Lock, shop, bam, lock-…-down
What!
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