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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
B-Legit
B-Legit
Künstler:in
E-40
E-40
Künstler:in
Kurupt
Kurupt
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kurupt
Kurupt
Komponist:in
Brandt Jones
Brandt Jones
Texte
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Komponist:in
Marvin Whitemon
Marvin Whitemon
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Studio Ton
Studio Ton
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top, top, top, big rigga
[Verse 2]
Check it
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
I'll check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
[Verse 3]
It ain't a cell in this town that can hold me
And fuck the task force 'cause them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
Told me if I move that they was blastin'
Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin'
Who's the big baller? Who supply your crew?
Who got the big birdies in the box, is it you?
I never said a word 'cause **** I don't do so
You fools got some question better ask the lawyer Rouseau
[Verse 4]
I'm so international and all about my cashional
Eighteen million rational, speak mice
What you want fool dog, tell me what you need
'Bout a couple pints of Hennessy, an eighth of weed
It seems time getting shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Korupt, B-legit and 40 Water, **** oughta
Get to swervin', take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin'
[Verse 5]
Squa, Squab music, Mobb Music
Right on the motherfucker and draw down on his acid music
The 213, the 41510
Pull a ho without a motherfucking tug of war
40 Water your playa partner
Ever since the womb I been a tycoon
Acting up (Acting up), acting tough (Acting tough)
Acting bad with all kinds of guns and stuff
[Verse 6]
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
[Verse 7]
I got a half a ounce
And a four to bounce
Half a brick to flip
Large amount accounts
Life as a young **** with loot don't count
Life as a young **** with loot turned out
You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it, flow like fluid, you's included
Pursue it, subdue it and run through it
Doing what I do is hard to maintain my composure
Ah man, they came through with no douja
[Verse 8]
The motherfucking county ain't the place for the savage
A cock hound dank smoking **** 'bout his cabbage
But if I'm ever caught, I'm a ride my shit
Divorce my broad but ****, keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my momma backyard
Steady propping time to correctional guards
They fucks with my crew 'cause they claim that we be trouble
Them **** from the V to the H-I Double
I'm tryna get this party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there, some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 rolling blunts at the crib
First I take a hit, strolls like a pimp
The motherfucking savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this timing ass baller
Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala
Let them pipes holla, I know I'm looking saucy
19 shots sitting next to my 40
Snatch my knot, shake the spot and gets far
Bitch, I'm a motherfucking rap star
[Verse 9]
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
[Verse 10]
Me open shop with a sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now I'm sitting kilograms
**** 'spect me to the upmost 'cause I'm highly spoken 'bout
**** love me 'cause they know I'ms 'bout my paper route
I keeps my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid, shit
For all I know they might decide to raid shit
Back in the day po-po was easily out smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art
[Verse 11]
Now it's going down, am I living in the past?
This modern day slavery taking toll on my ass
You either take me in or let this timer go
Or if you got some charges, ****, let this timer know
I told you I'm a rapper, love to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic spitting game
Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
About Kurupt, B-Legit and 40 Water
[Verse 12]
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top hat ballin' big rigga
[Verse 13]
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top,
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
From a nickel and dime ass **** to a top
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it
Written by: Brandt Jones, Earl Stevens, Kurupt, Marvin Whitemon
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