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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: The Herbaliser
Песня: Lord, Lord (feat. Roots Manuva)
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The Herbaliser – Lord, Lord (feat. Roots Manuva) 0Sun shining in my face, I wiped away the sleep from my eyes, from the beginning - OH SHIT, what do you know Two guys standin with guns at my bedroom window I played it cool, peeped the tools they carried in they hand Two three-fifty-seven Mags and one on the bedstand I had my, piece under the pillow cause that's just how I do Started to reach for it, but then I guess they knew One nigga started laughin and turned to his man He said, "I don't think that she knows about this plan" His man, just smiled, and nodded his head Aimed his gun at me and said, "Get out of the bed" I complied, with his wishes, bent down, to grab my slippers Nigga number one said, "Hey now, no funny business Just, do what we say and everything'll be cool You'll hear a lot of things today but that's the #1 rule" I said, "What the fuck is this shit, all about? We can discuss the problem and y'all, can break the fuck out" Nigga number one said, "That we not able to do but there's a tapedeck on your table with a message for you" It said: follow niggaz one and two's instructions carefully or fucked up things will happen if you dare to be a heroine, these orders come straight from the President, of the American, People Then the tape just stopped, I looked at my watch Niggaz one and two had they guns up cocked and said, "It's time to go, grab your things and get ready In thirteen minutes we all gotta be jetti, c'mon.." Sitting in the, back of a van, with cuffs on my hands Six secret service men in black, one nigga in tan Who's driving? For three hours, we've been riding to route 33, to a very small island and unloaded Niggaz one and, two at my side Number one glaring at me for the whole damn ride They seem to, travel in silence, express themselves in violence And I'm the target, shoving me back and forth with very very big guns What would you do in this situation? No place to run in the remote location Kept my patience, and stuck to the tape's advice Knew my crew could find me with the Negro Tracking Device I wasn't worried, but niggaz one and, two hurried They stepped, to the door, where the President was kept Punched in a passcode, I watched the door slide open inside Stood there we, and the President arose and my people said, "Drop the guns, hop in your van Get the fuck off the island or we cappin your man" The secret service men ran, what could they do? Here's a lesson - never ever fuck with me and my crew Check it |
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