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  • T.I. »

    T.I. Countdown текст песни

    Countdown

    [Chorus:]
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
    You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
    You done when I see you (ay)
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
    You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya’ll miss me man)
    You done when I see (see) you (you)
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
    You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)

    [Verse 1:]
    what it is the king back in the building
    Still stacking and building
    Still rappin to children
    Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels
    Like it’s back when we was lil and it’s still time to kill
    Quick displayin ya skills
    Way underpayin ya bills
    Spend a day in the field
    So how you sayin you real
    Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain’t deserving
    My lifestyle’s urban, never met me in person
    Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
    On 24’s, 20 hoes givin head, I’m swerving
    Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
    I’m shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service
    Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
    The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
    Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
    Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga

    [Chorus (2x):]
    Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
    You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
    Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
    You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)

    [Verse 2:]
    I treat the beats like the streets
    On em I do what I want to
    I ain’t gotta confront you, I’ll kill you if I want to
    Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
    That lil nigga swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too
    Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz
    Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
    I was being nice at first now I’m runnin thru niggaz
    Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz
    Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
    See you on tv in New York, them niggaz laugh at us
    The reason why D.J.’s didn’t have a clue I was fabulous
    Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it’s hazardous
    All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion’s out of my character
    Bustin these niggaz melons and threatnin all of they managers
    P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin
    Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing
    King of the south, it was said once then
    Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
    On the low, deal a mil, I ain’t done, come again
    Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp

    [Chorus (2x)]

    [Verse 3:]
    comin live from the terror dome
    Shinin lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
    All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
    Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it’s on
    You have never known, me to run less I’m gunnin at niggaz domes
    And runnin em out the own territory
    Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain’t shit less the click ride to it
    And I’m gon show you how the Westside do it
    In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
    Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
    Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up
    A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
    So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
    I’m not, playin at all, I’m sprayin em all
    Still drop em down to size if they say that I’m small man
    Pussy cats can’t worry ya dawg
    Throwin stones at the throne, I’m a bury ya all man
    Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I’m ballin
    Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I
    Can’t relate to what you rap on stage
    Nigga cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow’s age nigga
    Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave
    And all they sayin is young nigga get paid

    [Chorus (4x)]



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