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Мова пісні: Англійська
Klansmen |
| Good lookin' Focus. I’m gonna make this masterpiece theater |
| You got me Drop? I know you tapin' |
| So anyway, welcome ladies and gentlemen |
| Bitches and bitch ass niggas and bitch ass bitches. Haha |
| I know niggas been wonderin' what’s been goin' on and shit |
| So, I’m just gonna put you up on some things |
| Since I got the deal and what’s been goin' on and shit |
| You know what I mean? I’ve been seeing so much been hearing so much |
| I’m just gonna go address some of this |
| Take this adventure with me. Buckle up! |
| I swear to God almost every fuckin' day |
| Another fake ass nigga talk up to me, guess what he say? |
| «Hey Bishop. How’s it feel to work with Dr. Dre?» |
| I reply, «Hey faggot how’s it feel to be gay?» |
| Now beat it bitch, go blow a dick, get out of my face |
| For the thousandth fuckin' time that ain’t me on Myspace |
| I ain’t got no time for no Internet surfin' |
| Nigga I’m workin' |
| Wanna ask me somethin' |
| Better tell me in person |
| Fuck that page |
| I put that shit to an end |
| Just cause you put your picture on there, we ain’t friends |
| Warren my nigga |
| Crooked my nigga |
| Taje my nigga |
| Mike A my nigga |
| Dae One my nigga |
| Fuck |
| You get the point |
| You friends with Chevy, not me |
| Speakin' of producers |
| Some of these bitch |
| Used to front now they all on my dick |
| Hell, you might as well |
| Cut up your bed sheets |
| Cut holes in the pillow case |
| Put it on and hit the streets |
| Or burn a cross by my church |
| God damn bitch niggas |
| I didn’t know you was some Klan members |
| Hell, you might as well |
| Wear a swastika |
| Cut your hair, go bald, become a skin head |
| Sell some Snapple get a rope and go hang a nigga |
| Hatin' sons of bitches |
| Y’all some Klan members |
| A lot of singers wanna rap now |
| You didn’t stop me, nigga shot me in my back like bloaw |
| Baby boy I wasn’t playin' no games |
| I really trusted ya, had love for ya, now I’m Ving Rhames |
| My nigga Russell know, so I ain’t trippin' yo |
| Plus Poppa Black put me up on Game long time ago |
| Guerrilla Black, he and me go way back |
| So all that whisperin' to him 'bout me, you can save that |
| Divide and conquer that’s older than Contra |
| We family, so bitch here’s a word from our sponsor |
| Weeee killer |
| Bitch get your mind right |
| Bitch get your rhymes tight |
| I see haters are plenty |
| In the beginning I was mine |
| But hindsight is 20/20 |
| Gossipin' bitches |
| Y’all better gang way |
| And stop callin' me 'bout what you heard Game say |
| If I don’t like you, I don’t like you |
| I guarantee if that’s how I’m feelin', you gave me every right to |
| Cause ordinarily |
| I’m a cool ass dude |
| Ask any real nigga round, he’ll tell you the truth |
| And nothin' but the truth like my nigga Young Dre |
| G. Malone, Mystro, E. Whyte and Malay |
| Big Wide, Jack Bomb, Chuck Taylor, Strong Arm |
| Wide Beat, Camo, Pr1me, the list goes on and on |
| Alright, enough of that, let’s get back to the song |
| Sticks and stones break bones but clown dances never hurt me |
| Listen |
| I ain’t trippin' off dude |
| If I had a real problem I would have came and seen you |
| Homie |
| Come on, let’s think back |
| Power 106, nothin' but love, I gave you dap |
| You was low key dissin' me, what the fuck is that? |
| But I ain’t mad |
| I still like how you rap |
| Church. Had to testify to the truth. The truth and nothin' but |
| Niggas comin' sideways at me. If it’s really a problem, it’s a problem |
| Holla at me man. But I forgive you. Amen |