I Can't Feel My Face - Juelz Santana, 50/50 Twin

I Can't Feel My Face - Juelz Santana, 50/50 Twin

Год
2007
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
197140

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I Can't Feel My Face

Juelz Santana, 50/50 Twin

Face numb, taste some

Fiends come back for this here

And one like the ball players

Everything I cook come back and some

I’m a boss player

I cook good make it look good, damn straight

Put coke in the pot, take out pancakes

Double stacks, triple stacks, why not?

I got that syrup too, just call me iHop

Yes, I been involved with killas

You know, cold hearted niggas, narcotic dealers

Yes, you ever seen a chick straight from Colombia

Shit dope out, clean it, taste it in front of ya

But the dope flow was slow in my area

The coke flow was woah in my area

And woah meant dough in my area

You know I sold that woah like woah in my area, woah

(?), po po in my area

Gotta get low from my area

What I do?

I gave a chick a BBT

A brick and a bus ticket then she meets me (where?)

New town, same plan, shut it down

New grounds, same land Columbus found

American dreams, American fiends

I got to get money by any American means

Now that’s an American Idol

Hustla, soldier bearing his rifle when the wars on

Well the wars on, call off backup

'Fore all y’all wind up all gone

BLOCKA!

The four long leave big holes

The size of windows doctors can’t stitch closed

I get this cake, get it straight

I pick up 2 bricks a day that’s what I call lifting weights

All while tryna dodge prison gates

I refuse to get caught be a number of the state

I’m trynna have a number every state

And a place I can lay when I come through every state

I’m straight

Got it down packed, pack down shorty

You late, still using that black ground coffee

My car smelling like mustard

That ain’t what I ate boy that’s just how I smuggle it

Buss it

Got 2 bricks in the front, 2 bricks in the back

Thats four bricks riding with me in this Cadillac

But, I’m more of an out of town nigga

Long as I know some out of town niggas I’m good there

Yea, I don’t wait for paper I locate the paper

Then go chase the paper, there I go

Stay focused any place I’m strapped in

Cause niggas get killed for delayed reactions

So one late reaction you’ll be laid and packed in

That casket …

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