Текст Half–A–Mil – Fix Me A Plate
Текст:
Dom Kennedy:
Entities, Can’t test you
Entities, Can’t test you
Entities, Ca-
I ain’t ate all day
I told her Fix me a plate
I got police on my bumper, Baby momma issues and the streets tryna kill you
But I was born in LA
And it Ain’t no escape
If you see superman he gun look like me
You ain’t have this feeling since Nate Dogg at least
Hit-Boy:
None of these, can’t test you
Dom Kennedy:
You really thought you was guna see us lose?
Look at the wood Cartier frames, aye
But I ain’t ate all day
Larry June:
Yeah
I had to make me a plate, dom
Let’s smoke a wood in the shade, lit
Drop her off on the blade, yeah
My orange juice cost eight, God
My jays from eighty eight, good job
You ain’t have this feeling since shred ninety seven one button on the coupe roof flying away, hehe
I ain’t ate all day
Hit-Boy:
Uh
I had to make a me a plate, never take it serious if she got itch to fame
Hit-Boy go against the grain
It’s just more appealin’ when I’m on the beat
You ain’t have the feeling since dope boy at least
Swanging through the lot all gold on the creak
I’m bringing surf club back with chili chill get free
And that’s on me, making plays in the huddle, break on three
I’m on a peso spree like the cartel
Telly bounce sippin martel
Hot-boxing with a thing slappin rkells
I tell her play this shit in the jeep
You listening to my life when you listen to me
Hustling all day had to dip in these streets told em baby heat up the stove three fifty degrees cause
I ain’t ate all day uh
Dom Kennedy:
I Told her fix me a plate
I got police on my bumper, Baby momma issues and the streets tryna kill you
But I was born in LA
And it Ain’t no escape
None of these, Can’t touch you
You really thought yous was going to see us lose
