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Скачать плюс минус mp3 файла песни Эти шаги должны помочь 👇Warren G top dog Patrollin the beach Niggaz say they as hard as bitch But they're as soft as a peach Claimin the G of all G's Please, I come blowin through like the breeze Sittin on threes Post it, Coastin mashing down Pacific Coast and The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon With nuts hangin' from the city Where the bangers is being banging it dont seem like shit is changing I holla'd at the homey the other day G'd up at the park sippin alisah One of the homeys took a beaten So now we spend at being a gang of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin It's just another sunset fall in sea I can hear the homeys in the past callin me And you know what I discovered What they keep saying Keep your mind on your money muthafuckers and shake busters
Chorus: Улетай на крыльях ветра Ты в край родной, родная песня наша, Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели, Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
Have you ever sold millions But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit Get off my dick You never catch me slipping Rollin with the heat, slap the clip in I never thought the world would started trippin My life is a trip, though Hit the crip though Blow the whistle They think I bang So I packed a pistol Warren to tha G is a G I don't fuck with you nigga So don't fuck with me Let's ride to the Eastside Slide like a fo I packs a fo-fo When I'm steppin out doors To the bang to the buggy If I speak then I spoke Warren G do it every time till ya low Get the party hit like blaze and smoke The Eastside and the beach West side of the coast You know the niggaz that I ride with Hogs, attack dogs the same niggaz I'm down to die with muthafucka
Chorus.
Who's the man I've been from London to Japan Stomp land to land To the Egyptian sands You can't check me Disrespect me Or mop me up With the bass bumpin' out my truck And all these police trying to lock me up Money rules the world And I made the loot So don't make me shoot Cuz trying to mash Will get you done every time I ain't trying to hurt nobody But I'm down for mine
Money over power, power over money, money over power Biatch biatch
Chorus. (money over power, power over money, money over power...)
