Masta Ace - Spread It Out - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Uh-oh.. yeah.. M.A. .. All my niggas from the Brook'.. what? Yeah, yeah - you ready? What? Y'all niggas ain't ready One-two one-two, one-two one-two Uhh, y'all niggas ain't ready Uhh, check me out yo [Verse 1: Masta Ace] Y'all don't wanna hear the shit I got Kid I got the hot shit - did I stop? Hell no, gotta stay bent like an elbow Sell more than those other niggas trying to blow I'm dying to flow Got tricks like I'm buying a ho Fuck around and you dying a slow...death Move shit from right to left North to South, nigga put his foot in his mouth All I need is a place to stand, Ace the man Bought rims and we laced the van Kitted it up, fitted it up, made it look good Swallowed your words now you spittin it up Bought a crib with a pool in the back Write a verse and I'm schooling the wack Taking it there, you know me like a relative Like your Auntie, but making you want me Flaunt me in your CD like The Symphony How we used to, when we was Juice Crew Who's who? Don't nobody care no more Stare no more, get out their chair no more Scott LaRock ain't here no more No Biggie, no 'Pac - gotta keep on, don't stop [Hook] Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) With the cash in your hand like half a grand Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) When you back that up gon' hear me shout Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Chain with the piece stoned out Car chromed out, and then we roamed out To the club where we zoned out - all night long It's on, hope a nigga play my song Cause we come then we go just like the quick cash Whiplash, niggas always tryin to flash Middle of the club, be on the cell phone Nigga that busy, he need to stay home I done been a few times here Plus I met a few dimes here Show more love than lights in Times Square Every time I see one, stop and stare Copped a beer - a few rums'n'cokes Nuns and popes pray for us Every single day for us - trying to find a way for us Y'all don't really wanna play wit us, c'mon [Hook] Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) With the cash in your hand like half a grand Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) When you back that up gon' hear me shout Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) [Verse 3: Masta Ace] Watch.. I'mma turn life to art Play the part, watch how I climb the chart Look for the beef and it's bound to start Little bit of money tear niggas apart Figure you're smart, figure you'll spit the game Get the fame, gold plaque with the frame Five years later though, shit the same Niggas still really don't know your name - look M.A., behind the wheel Find a real label then sign a deal And don't give a damn 'bout the mass appeal That's the real, the world just has to feel What I drop, when I drop, can I drop - - more hot shit, then I cop the blue 5 And go up to 1-2-5 - you drive I just wanna stay alive, a-ight? [Hook] Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) With the cash in your hand like half a grand Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) When you back that up gon' hear me shout Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out)
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