Текст песни Wax On - Freddie Gibbs , Injury Reserve
Yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait,
yeah
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight
I
came
way
too
damn
far
to
stop
now,
uh
I
hit
rock
bottom,
been
on
that
ground,
uh
Always
managed
to
go
get
back
up,
uh
Forever
on
my
own,
uh,
no
backup
Gotten
less
checks
since
I
got
the
blue
one
So
please
tell
me
what
the
fuck
that
verifies
Twitter
feeds
don't
feed
my
daughter
If
I
could
sell
that
mothafucka,
I
would
cash
it
in
Cop
a
crib
in
Santa
Cruz,
never
see
my
ass
again
Don't
get
it
twisted,
I
still
love
it,
though
This
past
year,
I
seen
more
time
on
the
road
than
at
home
Not
complaining,
it's
alright,
yeah,
I
signed
up
for
this
life
Got
my
homies
on
the
left,
got
my
family
on
the
right
And
they
all
tell
you,
same
nigga,
different
zip
code
Ain't
shit
changed
other
than
the
fact
I'm
getting
old
Never
been
the
type
to
do
a
fuckin'
thing
that
I
was
told
A
lot
of
niggas
try
to
make
it
here
But
most
of
them
just
fold
(Yeah,
yeah)
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait,
yeah
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait
(Yeah,
yeah)
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight
(Yeah,
yeah)
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
My
stovetop,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Glass
pop,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
It's
sold
out,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Strippers
on
that
stop,
yeah
Stove
off,
stove
on,
dope
on
my
stovetop,
yeah
Percy
Miller,
ice
cream,
my
glass
pop,
yeah
Gang,
gang,
world
tour,
my
shows
been
sold
out,
yeah
I
used
to
fuck
strippers
on
that
stop,
yeah
Freddie,
you
falling
off
Bitch,
I
invented
this
shit,
they
can't
fuck
with
the
Kane
Shit
just
be
popping
off
Straight
out
of
Gary
with
niggas
that'd
kill
you
for
fame
Ripping
this
water
off
Crack
in
the
back
of
the
'Lac,
I'ma
hit
me
stain
They
better
call
the
law
I
can't
go
back
to
the
jail,
I'll
go
out
in
a
blaze
Out
in
a
blaze,
bitch,
couple
off
of
safe
shit
Feel
these
drugs
kickin'
in
my
system
when
the
bass
kick
Used
to
cook
the
dope
up
on
the
hotplate
in
the
basement
Masked
up
while
I'm
whipping
'Cause
the
fumes
was
making
my
face
itch
The
Perc'
gon'
make
my
face
itch,
wrist
work
Dope
game
hard,
the
rap
game
a
breeze
Freestyle,
hit
a
lick,
get
my
cheese
Get
a
brick,
make
it
flip
like
trapeze
Think
sweet
with
a
bitch
on
her
knees
IG,
fuckin'
hoes
off
the
feed
Think
sweet
with
a
bitch
on
the
beat
(Yeah,
yeah)
Sweet
with
a
bitch
on
the
be
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait,
yeah
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait,
yeah
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
freight,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
stack
up
all
your
weight,
yeah
Hands
up,
man
up,
stand
up
for
your
fate,
yeah
Wax
on,
wax
off,
wax
on,
wax
off,
wait
Ban
up,
clan
up,
ram
them
like
a
fade,
yeah
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