Текст Dax – GENTLEMAN
Текст:
Mick C & Dax:
It’s Ceason on the track, who that though?
It’s Dax!
This is special mane, a new level
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mick C:
They got that look «you weird», I don’t give a damn
Imma keep it real, I’m a gentleman
Imma keep on smoking on the reefah, man
How it go? I can make it anywhere
Sign no label
Day one fans they understand
Like some air, though
Really make it anywhere
Pour me another cup of that
Pour me another cup of that, my man
I don’t even know what I’m saying right now
Pour me another cup of that, my man, yeah
Cougar off the leash
When the moon up she a freak
Called Alicia, got the Keys
I’m a thug in harmony
I’m on my fuck shit
Fuck shit, fuck shit
She on her period
Fuck! That’s my last wish
Man I love it, ayayayay
Girl, you love me, ayayayay
Girl, you love it from behind
Got your picture printed on my mind
But we young, we still young
Ooh, I got wolves on commando
Ooh, bitch, I feel like Marlon Brando
Ooh, in this bitch like a tampon
Ooh, I’m never running out of ammo
For the ones that I lost
No matter what the cost is
Imma make you proud
Is it the drugs?
All I see is stars
This year we gon’ make it ours
So we counting the hours
Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc
We don’t like a snitch, so
Klipp av, klipp av
They got that look «you weird», I don’t give a damn
Imma keep it real, I’m a gentleman
Imma keep on smoking on the reefah, man
How it go? I can make it anywhere
Sign no label
Day one fans they understand
Like some air, though
Really make it anywhere
Pour me another cup of that
Pour me another cup of that, my man
I don’t even know what I’m saying right now
Pour me another cup of that, my man, yeah
Dax:
What’s the deal?
Tell me what’s the deal
Tellin’ niggas
How I really feel
Copperfield
Make ’em disappear
One shot
Put ’em in the hills
See I’m the type of rapper «you ain’t gotta car»
See me in the streets you know we finna ball
I rose quick, ain’t no fucking fall
Started at the bottom, now I’m standing tall
Ridin’ through the city, I got my shotgun
I see a pussy rapper Imma have to pop one
I see a Gucci bag Imma have to cop one
I see another Louis purse, you know I’m not done
Yeah, I know you thinking I’m a little cocky, yeah
A Balboa nigga, it’s gon’ get real Rocky, yeah
Girl coming to my crib she better thot me up
And I ain’t letting her leave, unless she slut me up
Mick C:
They got that look «you weird», I don’t give a damn
Imma keep it real, I’m a gentleman
Imma keep on smoking on the reefah, man
How it go? I can make it anywhere
Sign no label
Day one fans they understand
Like some air, though
Really make it anywhere
Pour me another cup of that
Pour me another cup of that, my man
I don’t even know what I’m saying right now
Pour me another cup of that, my man, yeah