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"Pastor Troy"
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"Pastor Troy"
"Pastor Troy"
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Venom... All I spit is venom A cobra... Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play Well then its Blah! Blah! Cuz I'm tha Pastor... Leader of a wicked church Gets ta bustin out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O Bitch ask me if I got your CD, Uh Naw Hoe!Cause I am not from the city of bullshittin As soon as we come Its time for wig splittin Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention You say ya pimpin, I send my niggaz for da lynchin Drenchin your blood God forgive em but we have sinned Dem Georgia boys, when we come we come like men Fresh out da pen, I'm standin dead off in da' blaze Wit a fifth of Remy Pullin da pin out my grenade (GET PAID!)CHORUS (Okay...) I come from the city dat dey don't play by rules I come from the city dat dey ride da fucking foolI come from the city dat they don't play by rules I come from the city dat they ride da fucking foolWell Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Uh-Ah-Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Ah Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Uh-Ah-Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (COME ON!! OH! WE READY!!)Okay I come from da city, If ya lame it's gon' be ugly A buncha' niggaz bitin my game, But dey can't touch me I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinkin remy out da bottle Bout 5 Benz follow, My city is off da throttle I heard you hard, Heard you da one dat crunk da style Don't drop yo' cards, I got da lowest in da pile You crackin smile, We crackin mud, sellin drug We what hoes love, ATL fuckin thugsIt's real boy.. You know da His-to-ry Dem Mac 10's poppin My ca-pa-city My home team prayin dat you make some noise Uh so dat we can introduce ya to dem big boys, YEAH! I got killas doin time as I speak ta you Den some mo in da streets right next to you And fo' you can say "Troy wasn't me cuz" I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz You see a bitch Slap a bitch, Oh Realla! See youse' a fuckin joker And I'm not fuckin tickled When blood trickle, Dat's me up out da F-350 Ya feet besta be kickin yo ass a damn skippyIn my city Ain't no games, We know yo name And where you went ta school at And where you used ta hang And where I run across ya It's where I'm gonna to drop ya Breakin yo punk ass off Somethin properCHORUS (Okay...) I come from the city dat dey don't play by rule I come from the city dat dey ride da fucking foolI come from the city dat they don't play by rule I come from the city dat they ride da fucking foolDis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Uh-Ah-Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Ah Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Uh-Ah-Hah) Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city (Until Fade)
Это интересно:Pastor Troy в своей студии…глаза закрыты…вредная улыбка…танцуя как человек, преодоленный святым духом..он не обращает внимания на окружающих…Всеми его делами в тот момент являются музыка и слова от которых подпрыгивает пол…В конце песни с распустившейся усмешкой "Ну че думаете?Я на правильном пути?" спрашивает он риторически.Он просит поставить следующий трек…поскольку... продолжение
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