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r-mean - lost angels كلمات الأغنية

[intro: the game]
r-mean
naaa mean?

[r-mean]
mother f-cking game

[hook: marka]
my hood
my block
my city loves me
for the things i do
and there ain’t no way to stop me
they all seen where i’ve been
already know where i’m from
but you can’t go if can’t follow in the footsteps of a lost angel

[verse 1: r-mean]
if you on top i’m ’bout to push you off b
i’m like a wobbly bridge over treacherous waters
don’t cross me
i can give you my address
even give you the cross street
you be usin’ that mapquest
still i bet you get lost b
it’s r-mean homie
i don’t squash beef
i hold grudges
you cross me and ima k!ll all you mothaf-ckas
strictly spit the types of sh-t you feel
so they be like “yo he ain’t jewish but he is-real”
my yamaka us my dodger fitted
its a holocaust how the r will off these garbage soft rappers
no hitlers
came from humble beginnings
now we humble contenders
with a flow that’s sharp enough to circ-mcise all of your infants
yeah
homie i’m rocky in that slaughterhouse
c-cky like your daughter’s mouth
shawty’s ’bout the bottles that we poppin’
as we order rounds
its goin’ down
these b-tches prove that
and i don’t eat her p-ssy
i get other chicks to do that

[hook]

[verse 2: the game]
on my grind since ’05
i had a cutless
but i ain’t have no drive
all i ever wanted to be was a street n-gga
dre put me in a freestyle battle to eat n-ggas
so i did
now my kids in private school
and i’m on private jets
it ain’t a f-ckin’ thing i regret
there ain’t a f-ckin’ thing i respect
except god
drinkin’ ace of spades
pull every one of you n-ggas’ cards
f-ck every one of your broads
no remorse
take the condom off
nut in that b-tch
and let the sperm take its course
dr. evil
my att-tude worse than styles p
10 times worse than beanie sigel
i’m the sequel
speak my name and ima see you
you ain’t never seen a devil in a bullet proof regal
clutchin 2 eagles like thick shoulder pads
i’m the west coast king
i know they mad
but f-ck ’em…

[hook]

[verse 3: r-mean]
so follow me
heaven my destination
i’ll show you that we in-h-ll like the sess we blazin
i’m inspired like my lungs
cemetery off ’em
these wack rappers
robitussin couldn’t clear your coffin
your cornea show that you corny
i carry california on me
you couldn’t
your vertebrae will crack
got you slippin’ like a disc in a herniated back
f-ckin’ with this lost angel
homie i’m far from a saint though
so who stoppin’ the big bodies
i’m coppin’ the s cl-ss
you push little c’s like junior mafia
so grab your d-cks if you love hip hop
and rub your mothaf-ckin’ t-tties if you with me
this for my city
so if you new to this
peep how we do this sh-t
the weak will get eat
cause the streets full of judases
the meek shall inherit
game bodying the rest
been grey but today the sun rises in the west

[hook]

- r mean

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