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Beat Maker Beat

Припев: Это не баллада, ладно, это панихида По нашему обгашенному, пропитому миру Где жизнь стала тиром, а люди стадом Сиди смирно и делай все как надо

ceelo One track mind serial hustler Cash flow I'll dust ya Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch? No hustler faster Bentley ballin' bastard Game maker

, up, up some more I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion The light from the strip club flashing Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing We're hundred G makers

folk Still eatin' pork, abomination, desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is death Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on

The mastermind will bring it once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker

morning news But oh no, it's alright Mr. Maker, he'll be fine It's alright, it's okay Because of the love he gave away Oh yeah, oh yeah Heart beat,

it run Gon' sweat your body out, make your body yell You might think of backin' down And as the mattress springs squeak, squeak Ooh I can feel your heart beat, beat

d-d-don't include me out Can I get a beat, beat for all of my watchamacallits Doing whatever and with whoever they like? Can I get a beat, beat for all

) 97 yards in the first quarter (Ah) What's messing with those country boys? (Man nothing at all) Me and my partner dog (Ah) Timberland on the itty bitty wizard of oz (Ah) Greatest beat makers