Текст песни Electric Wire Hustler Flower - Common feat. Sonny of P.O.D.
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Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Blood
and
magic
dripping
from
me
True
thugs
and
addicts
I
grip
an
entry
Enter
this
game
with
tricks
and
envy
I
forget
game
to
remain
an
emcee
Rooms
in
this
mind
that's
still
empty,
only
fufilled
through
prophecy
You
stoppin
me,
you
see
I'm
tryin
to
catch
this
plane
You
must
be
slow
nigga,
catch
your
brain
It's
fresh,
but
it
is
some
stress
and
pain
Got
hoes?
Ho
nigga
respect
the
game
I
talked
to
cab
drivers
about
the
fast
lane
And
Islam,
masters
and
shakras
and
beyond
Think
about
the
hustle
and
somehow
I
see
by
But
what
led
it
to
the
concrete,
BS
be
strong
You
was
at
your
hardest
when
you
didn't
even
try
Live
like
a
bitch,
to
bitch
you
gonna
die
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Mercury
and
retrograde,
I'm
trying
to
get
niggas
in
the
ghetto
paid
While
they
watch
pornos
and
Escalades,
away
from
floats
and
the
dope
in
sex
parades
Somebody
screamin
in
my
mind,
I'm
tryin
to
find
if
it's
me
Or
voices
on
the
master,
they
design
to
be
free
Same
revolt,
can't
be
found
on
TV,
or
radio,
its
livin
in
me
Hey
lady,
that
smoke
is
bothering
me
If
I
put
it
in
your
eye,
ashes
you
would
cry
All
this
rap
talk
is
blowing
my
high
I
just
came
to
chill
and
build
with
my
guy
I
try
to
walk
but
I
stumble
off
the
humble
path
This
story
of
a
pimp
stick
that
became
a
staff
You
got
it,
you
gotta
know
where
to
aim
the
mag
Art
and
opinions
are
made
to
clash
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Out
of
body
hard
to
explain,
like
the
pyramids
and
gods
I
remain
I
know
pain,
like
Kurt
Cobain,
or
ain't
I
playin
hurt
the
whole
game
Dig
it
to
the
Earth's
brain
for
worst
gain
Focused
like
young
blood
on
his
first
chain
I
used
to
write
shit
to
please
niggas
Now
I
write
shit
to
freeze
niggas
Whether
iced
out,
or
American
Pie
sliced
out
I
sit
in
the
room
with
the
lights
out
Whether
diced
out,
or
with
their
hair
spliced
out
I
sit
alone
in
the
room
with
the
lights
out
screamin
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
Electric!
Wire!
Hustle!
Flower
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