Текст песни Cypress Hill - Strike The Match

Текст:

I’am loaded like a shotgun Got one under my coat It’s late night no stage fright I’am going for broke while I’m hittin my smoke I’am contemplatin’ how to hit em hard hit em fast Get away it’s all she wrote It’s a heatbreaking habit When you gotta have it You grab it Certified Good magic Look at it In your face Money’s gone So am I so long But now my hustle’s changed No more stickin’ you up I’ve got some weed I now that for sure it can pick you up Just spark it up I gotta dime or a twenty sack All sales are final Don’t ask for your money back Don’t even look at the money sack It’s funny that It still wasn’t enough I like still searchin’ for honey flack No I’m servin’ the boulders Looking over my shoulders Every step that I take A rock might knock me over Strike the match Spark the flame Start the fire that burns down the system Hit em hard hit em fast Keep the gas on em We’re gonna char Get the dogs go gas on em Long range A brace to be a gangster Grew up A long way from But I got gauges Pullin guns out on strangers Bunch a wild niggas Nobody can tame us One in the chamber Drive by homicide Shit I gotta roll a dime Ever day I run away My life one helluva time I like to see heads get A problem That’s how I solve em Until that day All I gotta say is fuck em Post is stop son Claw some Makin’ my way Throught the jungle Call something Bring a leader When you’re in the top spot You better be top notch Or else the heaters take pot shots It’s none stop shit talkin’ Ready to harm him Disarm him Send his ass away in coffin My games is awesome That often Time slip away Ticket on a train till an early grave Reap what you sough Never had a handout Had my hustle’s brand our You wish my luck would run out

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