Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

[Verse 1]
Maybe I’m a bad scene
Blame it on the TV
And maybe it was just because my grandma raised me
Tell me what all this is
Yeah, tell me what honest is
You need a body cast for all my broken promises

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Verse 2]
I’m not a basic dude
But I’m just a waste of you
I know it’s hard to face the music that I play to you
Like I’m dropping a bomb
Go and cry to your momma
Life is such a comedy, so just spare me the drama

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Bridge]
And don’t come crying over spilt perfume
It smells like shit to you
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
Say you’re dying, that’s a typical you
I’ve got nothing to prove
Told you not to hold your breath
It’s getting the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Verse 1]
Maybe I’m a bad scene
Blame it on the TV
And maybe it was just because my grandma raised me
Tell me what all this is
Yeah, tell me what honest is
You need a body cast for all my broken promises

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Verse 2]
I’m not a basic dude
But I’m just a waste of you
I know it’s hard to face the music that I play to you
Like I’m dropping a bomb
Go and cry to your momma
Life is such a comedy, so just spare me the drama

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Bridge]
And don’t come crying over spilt perfume
It smells like shit to you
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
Say you’re dying, that’s a typical you
I’ve got nothing to prove
Told you not to hold your breath
It’s getting the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

[Verse 1]
Maxin’ out one hundred degrees and I’m
‘Bout to blow not talking about trees and I’m
Burnin’ up and no I’m not seasonal
Got a feelin’ you might be the reason I
Got hotter, need some water
Sippin’, drippin’, like I oughta
Tip it back and sip the java
Lick your lips and taste my lava

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Cross the room and we locked eyes that’s when
My body heat started to rise and I
Saw heart sparks cover the skies it’s like
Red stars on fourth of July
I felt my heart beat faster
Yup, like natural disaster
I’mma slay the beast, my master
No names I can’t even ask ya

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

[Verse 2]
Feel the rush when we’re together it’s like
Hot sweat got stuck to leather and I
Feel free, like light as a feather so I
Stay hot no matter the weather and I
Explosion, feel the motion
Take a dip, swim in my ocean
Lotion up and get the notion
Lick your lips and taste my potion

[Pre-Chorus 2]
My heart race started to double and I
Felt myself boil and bubble cause I
Knew you were lookin’ for trouble and I
Broke down till I’m nothing but bubbling I
Feel sexy who gonna check me
Miss me but you never met me
Let me act while you direct me
This volcano up and wrecked me

[Bridge]
Burn up, burn up
Now I turn up, turn up
That’s your turn on, turn on
Let go, go
It’s inferno, inferno
You could learn how, learn how
That’s your turn on, turn on
Now blow, blow
Watch me erupt, erupt
Give it to me baby don’t stop, stop
I’mma pick it up and then drop, drop
Molten lava rising to the top, top

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

I thought you were someone to trust
Get tough, grow up, be straight up
But no, you’ve been showing me
You’re the best that I’ve ever had
Or you’re the best lie I’ve never heard
Oh whoa oh, shots fired
You’re just a hype, no better work on that hype, bro
Oh whoa oh, shots fired better work on that hype, bro
Do you need me to spell it out loud?
You screwed it up plot twist, moved on and now you want me
To play games like a wannabe
Tough luck, you’re kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You’re playing games like a wannabe
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
Shots fired
I-I-I-I don’t want it, I-I-I-I don’t want it
Tick-tock, tick-tock, we’re overdue
But if you’re gonna crack my heart, do it in two
Give me a show
Still that’s a no from me
You’re getting pushed out of my priority
Oh whoa oh, shots fired
You’re just a hype, no better work on that hype, bro
Oh whoa oh, shots fired better work on that hype, bro
Do you need me to spell it out loud?
You screwed it up plot twist, moved on and now you want me
To play games like a wannabe (shots fired, fired)
Tough luck, you’re kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You’re playing games like a wannabe
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
Shots fired
I-I-I-I don’t want it, I-I-I-I don’t want it
Better work, and you wanna be, better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro, and you wanna be, oh
Better work, better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro, yeah, you still wanna be
Better work, better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro
And now you want me
Do you need me to spell it out loud?
You screwed it up plot twist, moved on and now you want me
To playing games like a wannabe (shots fired, fired)
Tough luck, you’re kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You’re playing games like a wannabe
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
Shots fired
I-I-I-I don’t want it, I-I-I-I don’t want it