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  • Текст песни Kool G Rap - Cannon Fire

    Исполнитель: Kool G Rap
    Название песни: Cannon Fire
    Дата добавления: 08.06.2016 | 05:39:49
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    Тут расположен текст песни (слова песни) Kool G Rap - Cannon Fire, перевод и видео (клип).
    [Intro]
    Heyyo check it
    This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
    Out in the streets blindfolded
    Not knowin' what's really goin' on
    Nawimsayin?
    These streets is a habitat baby
    Word up
    Pito

    [Verse 1]
    In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
    Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
    Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
    The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
    Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
    Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
    A fly facer get they thighs scraped
    And little PUS that's why raped
    A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
    A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
    In verse of the State
    Lost the case and gotta fry date
    Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
    Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
    Live in the skyscrapes
    Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
    Where they can hibernate and operate
    Impregnate, so ???
    Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
    Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate

    [Chorus]
    Cannon fire light up the town
    I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
    You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
    On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
    Son how that sound?
    Cannon fire light up the town
    I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
    You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
    On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
    Son how that sound?

    [Verse 2]
    It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
    Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
    Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
    And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
    Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
    Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
    What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
    Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
    The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
    Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
    Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
    Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
    Yo

    [Chorus]
    Cannon fire light up the town
    I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
    You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
    On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
    Son how that sound?
    Cannon fire light up the town
    I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
    You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
    On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
    Son how that sound?

    [Verse 3]
    For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
    Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
    They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
    Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
    Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
    Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
    The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
    Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
    And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
    Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
    That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
    Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
    The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
    And pass mo'
    Stash rolls, count em like math pros
    And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
    Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
    When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

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