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royce da 5’9″ – royce & reggie كلمات اغاني

[intro: redman]
ayo, royce!
i don’t like that sh_t, n_gga
i don’t like that sh_t
redman in the building
royce five_f_ckin_nine in the f_ckin’ buildin’
yeah, yeah
yessir, let’s get ’em, n_gga, yo

[verse 1: redman & royce da 5’9″]
it’s red, n_gga, my bar’s up, i hit the gym
i see you walkin’ in my shoes, they’re my old timbs
and when you ignorant, n_gga, media roll them
and here’s the cut, i’m dr. dre’in how i bail em’
yeah, in the bay, they say i’m h_lla tough
they say “red, you spit like kids on that yellow bus”
plus i could go a hundred rounds, i hold it down
like with smack, sayin’ “it’s too loud in the background”
that’s me, i need a therapist, attitude airless
arrogant likе a eric inheritance
my middle fingеrs say “god bless america”
drop_top, blood in my mouth, bumpin’ jamiroquai
i godd_mn d ’em, women all on my dm
give ’em that super d_ck, yeah, i apollo creed ’em
i’m workin’ smarter, not harder, no doors for my daughter
she learnin’ to be a boss like her father, ehh
when it come to emceein’, n_ggas ain’t got a clue
that’s why no mission impossible ya’ll for me to cruise
and haters hate cause i rock wit’ that coldplay
he ain’t gon’ last, he gon’ fall, i say “okay!”
watch this while i’m high in a c_ckpit
you could die in a moshpit at my show and held for hostage
yo five_nine! what up, reggie? i make it clear
tell dae dae’ father that we the king around here
[chorus: redman]
when redman spittin’, royce, they don’t like that
we two rappin’ ass n_ggas, they don’t like that
i pull up in that g_ride, they don’t like that
i act a fool in the cypher, they don’t like that
huh, look at your face, you don’t like that
i can tell the way you talkin’, you don’t like that, huh

[postchorus: royce da 5’9″]
i don’t like them n_ggas_ i don’t like ’em either. drop a dime on ’em. f_ck them n_ggas. lemme go get it

[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
uh
i said “whatever n_gga been talkin’ big can just die a bigger death”
coffins on top of pallbearers, crowdsurfin like mister meth’
i’m sl!ck_handed, ’bout to car_check you, then switch gambits
f_cked so many b_tches; ’bout to start dressin’ like nick cannon
you better bring your guitars with you, you ain’t with violence
i suggest you bring your side piece if your wifey ain’t a goddess
i think you’re quite a lame imbibement, ya’ll n_ggas party
not me, i hang out at bar mitzvahs with lorena bobbitt
my underground train of thought is something you new slaves
just can’t abolish, askin’ “do trump wear a toupee?”
it’s crazy as askin’ “do i bump murals by lupe?”
fly frontier, cry tear tats onto a new page
to a new moniker, god of your era, born winner
when i die i’m gone with the wind like scarlett o’hara
my ferrari steering column already put me
in a different profit margin and era, sh_t, the maybach
might just put me in dubai gettin’ a white cloth with the arabs
condo so high in the sky, you could fly from right off of the terrace
there is no such thing as using artists as tax write_offs
but i have heard of a person buying off a career
then ride off in a 911 carrera
leaving behind a artist on def jam with the irs in his ear
and my question is will ya ever compare
to that higher up white guy exec who signin’ those checks
then k!ll ya
[chorus: redman]
when redman spittin’, royce, they don’t like that
we two rappin’ ass n_ggas, they don’t like that
i pull up in that g_ride, they don’t like that
i act a fool in the cypher, they don’t like that
huh, look at your face, you don’t like that
i can tell the way you talkin’, you don’t like that, huh

[postchorus: royce da 5’9″]
i don’t like them n_ggas_ i don’t like ’em either. drop a dime on ’em. f_ck them n_ggas. lemme go get it

[record scratches]

- royce da 59

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