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    RZA Cherry Range текст песни

    Cherry Range

    Yeah, yo, what up yo?

    Yeah, yeah, what up?

    Nothin’, man, hold on

    Someone beepin’ on my other line and shit

    Nigga, I’ve seen everything I wanted to see

    Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin’ out this muthafucka and shit

    I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop

    Aight, peace, one-one

    I’m up in the Cherry Range, drivin’ fast through heavy rains

    My mind’s on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed

    My dog got bagged with tryin’ to sling in D.C.

    My cell phone rings off the hook: «brrring!»

    «Kinetic 9: Yo, what’s the word, king?»

    Duckin’ lights, b.s. and problems, pushin’ through Holland Tunnel

    Tryin’ to avoid getting caught up in the funnel

    ‘Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble

    With the, the Beez…

    … That’s why we study degrees

    And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks

    Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month

    You’ve seen Bird? You had beef with that chump

    And I heard he came home from a two-year slump

    Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk

    And when I see that crab, I’m a dump in his lump

    ‘Cuz niggaz ain’t shit but welfare cheese

    With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds

    Frontin’ with their platinum like they’re O’s and G’s

    When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze

    And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills

    In my mind spin, they give skin chills

    Yo, son, we gotta make them deals

    For ten mill’s so we can pay them bills, yo

    You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live

    Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give

    Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play

    Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do

    Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live

    Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give

    Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play

    Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay

    Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat

    Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be

    Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say

    Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach

    Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay

    Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay

    And get our record played, on the radio

    Airwaves, without havin’ to pay the fuckin’ D.J.!

    Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do

    Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be

    Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give

    Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay

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