Three 6 Mafia - Beacon n Blender текст песни

Beacon and a blender
Serve a nigga straight to the window
Soda and a pot
Just to keep them junkies spoiled rotten
It goes free my nigga double L
My brother C, what’s up to Phil
Blender and a couple scales
Breakin' down a couple of bails
Gotta spoil 'em, gotta keep that shit off in they system
Keep em in the solar system
Tryin' to stay up out da system
Gotta serve to the window on da coca
Driving responsible with the AR
Been tryin' to make it stretch so long my nig
Yayo fucked around and got stretch marks
I’m bumpin' dat N.W.A in da hood where hoods holla «Fuck da police!»
I’m from da Tn, ain’t from Texas but I love UGK, I keep a pocket full of stones
on me
I got a brick no hercules could lift
I was born in powder bitch
What up to Phil D. and Craig
Dunigan been Memphis, bitch
Keep 'em geekin for a hit
Pump their veins with Alpo
Life is lavish, fresh and classic
Don’t make me go savage hoe
Niggas with that killa instinct
Maggots crawlin' out their eyes
You order a piece of pie
Pay for order or you die
COCAINE GOD, COCAINE GOD
Thank you for givin' us this cocaine rock
Blay!
It’s a beacon and the blender ho
Serve them junkies big boat loads
Hit dat ho for her fifteen
Watch them comeback offerin' more
Dope been the hell to you bitches
Mommies, aunties, grannies get it
Want it bitch come fuck with me
Y’all don’t know I’m 'bout this paper
Don’t doubt my shit, don’t doubt my shit, don’t doubt my shit if you dummy ass
niggas
Boo if you with me tell 'em I’m dat Koopsta Knicca
(?) in the kitchen, bitches keep me with a knot
Put 'em in the ho spot, take em to my stash spot
I say I’d never ever in my life sell dope
And then I start to rob and then I got coke
And then I got weed and then I got pills
I had to get some money so I get it how I live
I put it in da field and have to tote dat steel
Cause niggas around here ain’t never been real
I had the tweaker tweakin', I had the junkies jumpin'
I had these hoes out here doing shit for nothin'
My boyfriend he got bud and he got powder
Money is in by the hour
Keep them junkies comin' back
Junkies for weed, junkies for crack
Ask em where them dollas at
While we watch our money stack
Slangin' rocks all on the block
Koopsta Knicca holla at me I’mma holla right back
Boomin' my bricks my nigga chow
Lowkey with his hustle doe
First nigga that I ever saw
Snort up off a key of blow
Country boys they got that shit
Mobbers they be hustlin'
Money, women, Bentleys, Benz
Niggas 'bout they dividends