Текст песни Passion - LL Cool J

Passion
Passion
Passion
Passion
Passion

Y'all need a new team like a girl with a BBL need new jeans
It's in my DNA to let 'em play in the enclave
Percolate while songs play
Andre the Giant, 3000 ways make 'em obey
I'm seasoned with it, floor seats, who need ticket?
Time's up, get your signs and pickets
Wanna see me in the desert, but your man's liquid

Sun shining, old diamonds
New blue face starin' at my pocket lining 'cause I put the time in
Freak of nature with the bars, broken English got me foreign cars
Rolls-Royce for some R&R

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Passion

Diss tracks can't distract a mack
Too hot to troll, I'm so cold
Whether Fahrenheit or Celsius, these niggas know
Below zero, Farmers Boulevard superhero
Word to Swizz Beatz
We rep like X-Men, Temptation, Darkman, or Malcolm
Different moods, gifted dudes
You picked up on the jewels if you're shrewd
On the first stream, had 'em glued

Dominate the new era in my Yankee fitted
Being prodigious with the lyrics brings digits
Told you I was post-modern
Contemporary Queens nigga, vibes is Harlem
On the job all day, check the résumé going in
For references, check Smithsonian
Wild style, smooth, linoleum
Honey goin' crazy and my key open legs like custodians

Passion
Passion

We can make money or make excuses
Better be easy, I'm ruthless
Hella paper tigers, all toothless
But Tony Montana blueprint is useless
Some people ignore facts
I love Scarface, but that nigga with the chainsaw fell on the mat
We just act like we don't see that
Asking where the weed at
Eliminate the mids when the speakers givin' feedback
That's based on my rep, you in trouble if you step, believe that

Flash gold Rollies on niggas that don't know me
They know what time it is, better watch your six
Grandpops was a Mason, my homie moved the bricks
Solid as a tutor, I teach 'em to hit licks
I'm a dog with this shit
There's food in my pen, you would think I breed pits

Triple entendre, I'm stealing on this shit
My jewelry black and yellow like Wiz
If this ain't inspiration, what is?
On some Creflo Dollar slick, pop my collar shit
What we came for, we gotta get
No boatload of coke, but a lot of hits

Passion

All these niggas blue in the face when I come in the place
Money tracking, you could run a relay race in my safe
Bimmy smiled freckle-faced when he showed me an eighth
Went legit, niggas still driving slow in the Wraith
We was bringing cash in
Before the new Kew Motor Inn sign was flashing
Baby girl is laughing 'cause my slang is old-fashioned
That's always been your problem, Dennis, no passion