Текст Packy – Keep Grinding
Текст:
Hola, I gotta bowl-a
Chips, rum, and cola
Remote controller sitting on a sofa watching Oprah
Talking to ‘Hova
Talking to corner
Talking how he made his money but he had to kick rocks
Overcame the obstacles
All the gossip possible
Overcame the people that told him it was impossible
I just want to do it too and I got less to worry ’bout
We about to get it in, if you ain’t with it, hurry out!
Yeah, yeah, It’s show time, no Apollo
Geez, just follow me, this ain’t Halloween
Take the mask off fake ass half-off rappers
Talk shit, act hard, back off after
The bandwagon’s filling up, back off faster
These days I got my twenty-twenty on
You be talking plenty shit but only when the Henney’s gone
I fly above it, matter fact I fuggin’ love it
Get your money’s worth and then I probably see you out in public
(Get your money’s worth and then I probably see you out in public)
Rocking at my shows
You say that you don’t like the music, you just like the hoes
I bet you like the mirror then, you getting kinda close
Ha-ha, you bitch-ass
Worst thing I ever did is ditch class
And I still get the bad broads that want the bad boys
I’m in the venue and I’m making mad noise
Get on my damn level, less trouble, give me bass
It’s a lotta rappers talking how they won’t shine
I’m the only one doin’ it and so they want mine
What’s a boy to do? Keep grinding!
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding
Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding
Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy
Same old, same old, it’s no problemo
I’m hot and I’m faded, I’m flamethrowed
You stay current, I change flow
Wait for them and then I may go
Off the handle get to ripping this shit and changing it into this angle
We the shit, what’s the smell?
Man they want it, I can tell
They say don’t give shit away for free
But I’ma do it, what the hell?
Power to the people, Moe
I gotta tell it how it is so the people know
Yeah, yeah, this is my shit
I don’t want some crowd, man, I want a mosh pit
I know it’s The Sunroom but I’m still going
So what if I’m the underdog, man, I’m still gon’ win
You might not know but it’s my time
I give you hot rhymes ‘n’ hot lines
I kill beats and kill mics without trying
Say something, I don’t hear it though
Closer than my dreams but I still ain’t near it though
So I work harder than the competition, here we go!
(Work harder than the competition, here we go!)
Off to the races, I’m on my shake and bake
Ricky Bobby on them choes, gas in the tank
And I’m on fire, nobody as hot as me
Projecting first overall in the lottery
But I stay cool
The only way they call me a bus is when I take them to school
So no darcos
Non-stop shots ’til the bar close
For the crew that’ll never leave my side like cargos
I’m gone
It’s a lotta rappers talking how they won’t shine
I’m the only one doin’ it and so they want mine
What’s a boy to do? Keep grinding!
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding
Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding
Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding
Pedal to the metal, tell that boy
Альбом
The Specktators – The Sunroom
