Текст песни Paramedics - Game

One niggas down, two niggas run it, Game and the Snowman
One hundred miles and gunning, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
On the count of three niggas
Kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the Snowman
One hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Here come the pain, I've got a name
Ever since an adolescent, I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook from T-Pain
They say you're nobody 'til somebody kills you
I say, go be somebody even if it kills you
They say death smells like bad ass weave
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need
Swear to god, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit
Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say a picture's worth about a thousand words
Niggas talkin' like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
On the count of three niggas
Kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the Snowman
One hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
See us riding like some mobsters with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through these shots, put his ass on Survivor
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes up in the back of my Beamer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys" with the V twelve steaming
Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
Well nigga, I still flip birds
Word to the doors on this phenom I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who else you know nigga out Benjamin's, and piss Patrone?
Put Michael Buffer between us and let's get it on
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
On the count of three niggas
Kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the Snowman
One hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards
I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession so we hustling that Mayweather
My furs the best pound for pound like Mayweather
Undisputed, I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that Greyhound, tell that hoe to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a bitch, die for the paper
Hustle relentless, nigga, I take the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon' wait it out
You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
We locate shot him down from the neighbor's house
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
On the count of three niggas
Kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the Snowman
One hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics