just bein' friendly, ain't that a bitch? You could be my brother, my father but the fact Is homie don't play that I don't play that Man, homie don't play that
译文: 布鲁斯乐队高潮. 哥们，不要播放这.
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ain't that a bitch You used to be my brother, I'm a father, but the fact Is homie don't play that I don't play that Man homie don't play that
around doing my thing Is it too late to be tryin to live dreams Turn them up real Reality is just a technicality And so is being fake So don't tell me that I'm that
, get away better know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause you know I gotta win everyday day, goooo see they don't really wanna pop me just
slippin' and I keep fallin' I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers ballin' Players playin', haters fightin', righteous prayin' Don't forget Manhattan
strong, homie It ain't easy comin' out of where we from, homie And that's the reason why, I could never play for me Tell 'em the truth is what my dead homies
like eighty-nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't
' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Yo, uh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But
Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't
in your forehead, neck and mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out A cold
something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too Money makes all my homies look brand new I don't fuck with the
covers Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play You won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when
me?" and she says "Why not?" Pop, she got a body that'll make you cry Pop, she got a shawty that'll make you die Don't bring drama to her homie 'cuz
(Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house
, "Ice you got much love in the pen You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in" They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal Don't let 'em
