Lloyd Banks - Unexplainable (feat. Styles P) скачать mp3

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt Talk of what you got now, old money don't count Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] UH! Cool people, Knievel in my alto ego Zero, tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my p's, q's, and my g hoes G-G-G whizz my rise like the superheroes Four, five, c-lo, look how good I reload Right back at you bitch ass niggas abide the g code Click clack deep hole, the industry Debo We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em Tell me your jokin, my flow is like the levees open Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smokin Problem tips fourty five clip Chevy smokin He put all he got into this I bet he make it Ain't gotta give me shit I'm a take it [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt Talk of what you got now, old money don't count Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 2: Styles P] Here's how I show out Even though I'm rappin with niggas that move the blow out (Salute!) Let 'em pull the dough out You can make it rain but I rather make the snow out Run up in your crib with the big fo' fo' out (Whattup!) Here's how I show out Watch when I show up gettin chips off the strip with the piff and the blow up I'm a kill the block and then, leave when it slow up Get your mind popped off, before a sign that you throw up I just wanna lamp and see the weed plants grow up Niggas get that money, legal or illegally Bullets put these niggas, right where they need to be Bitches never leavin me, Porche pull up easily Back on the dough route, grams and the o's out Key and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pund at? Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop You could fuck around and I, pop five in your Coupe [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt Talk of what you got now, old money don't count Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Gettin money dancers and twenty five chancers My camp is, crazier The New Black Panthers Brush towards the canvas as I stroke my ego Rap Picasso with my eyes closed a side that's too dope for people Spark cohibas while I snicker at the non believers I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God I got a thing for beaches, gettin my favorite job Pain happens young scarred that's what made us hard Money, drugs, guns ain't for soft shorty play your part I'm part of the lucky to leave the part Livin luxurious lady layer, that's my art [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, to