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Get Up by Black Wineالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Get Up by Black Wine

     

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Intro:
Yeah ha ha, I am Big Shot your neighbourhood bawla baby (Schyeah!)
Puttin it down for these Black Wine pimps, ya hear?
(Cos it's all about the scrilla, stayin on the for realla,
why'knowhutI'msayin?)
And don't nuthin move but the money, so forget what they tell you,
why'knowI'msayin?
Game is short not tall
(Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)

Chorus:
Get up off your butt
You gotta get the loot, you gotta get a cut
of that pie because they teared it up
So bad and cheap for the rest, give it up, say what?
(Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)
*repeat*

Verse 1:
Well if one times four equals four all mine
It be them G's or them *?creaks?* that begin one line
So find me livin it up as you walk through that one way-ly
See me in that wild wild west
where shadows aren't wanted so don't even come
'cause ain't nuttin but a black thing where I'm from
I see the police and wish they be deceased
So lock your own self up because your just as crooked as me
Who could it be? The mystery's known so why she say that
Hoe raped the stick from the vanyard yesterday
They got away, which way? Where they be travellin?
How many sips of the Black Wine'll keep ya babblin
But still managin to do everything fine
And didn't I blow your mind this time
So pack it up, pack in and pick it up, see what it's about
It's BB and a G and a G - BB and I am out, so yeah

Chorus (x1/2)
Verse 2:
I'm hoppin outta bed at a half-past 9
The Sactown sunshine gotta player feelin fine
and refreshed, I'm back into my quest for ends
but when you think it's over then I just begin
You're walkin on a thin line frontin with Black Wine
You imitators covered 'cause we're genuine
About as real as authentic, G's represented
coast to coast now who got it pocket, West Coast

All you pimps who got dissed, come on in but don't you fiend
We rock this like some dope now you can scrape it off your screen
Lord knows how many flows it take
to get you caught up witta mack almost every day
'cause players networkin all around the clock
tryin to move a couple crates of this motherfuckin fresh stock
of Black Wine, niggas get erbed off mine
So when I hit you with this 40 watch your blindside (Right)

Chorus
Bridge:
So if you're stackin all the cash and coppin all the dough
If you're bawlin like a player then let a brother know
(That's right! That's right!)
(Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)
So if you're stackin all the cash and coppin all the dough
If you're livin like a bawla and you're outta control
Say that's right! That's right!
(Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)

Verse 3:
Live out the cellar, Black Wine you can't fade
Niggas bawl then they fall in the game 'cause they bitch made
Now we gon' take control of this shit today
You think you're laced up wit crank 'cause we keep y'all amped
I try to fold some paper, maintain scrill
Hustle up a mill, put tweed in my grill
(So you can be a hustler like you're s'posed ta be)
Black mobbed down South set constantly
It's for the money man so get this scrilla 'fore it's gone
Niggas slippin in the game, don't get too long
I got to be at dat then an actor to this shit
So when I put it down in your town it's a hit
I stay in ten, I keep it twisted up like braids
And high-powered times, high-powered rhymes get paid
Black Wine til I die, black mind for life
Do it all for the scrill, stay on point like a knife

Chorus x2
Interlude: *man talking*
Chorus
Get up off your butt...

Writer : MICKENS, ROBERT SPIKE/DEODATO, EUMIR/SMITH, CHARLES JAY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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