Текст песни 36" Chain (BSBD Remix) (Bonus Track) - Run The Jewels
Bitch
we
be
that
shit
that's
right
Number
two
boo
boo
straight
caca
(yeah)
I
smoke
ganja
with
a
dreadlocked
rasta
Move
like
Frank
you
will
die
like
a
hassa
Move
like
Jesus
die
like
a
martyr
Hell
of
a
choice
when
you
riding
a
Lamotta
Trynna
get
some
hoes
in
the
hot
car
How
far
is
we
away,
man?
Not
far
The
greatness
they
claim,
not
all
Are
not,
we
are
those
juggernauts
Me
El,
we
hail
Like
a
young
Che
Guevara
and
Fidel
Castro,
cash
flow,
car
full
of
females
Bad
hoes,
we
in
the
DR
Any
fuck
rapper
boy
gettin'
out
of
line
I
pray
the
preacher
beat
him
to
the
goddamn
ER
I
spit
them
country
rap
tunes
like
Hee-Haw
Cocaine
flow
fishscale
no
re-rock
Take
a
snort
for
yourself
shawty,
see?
"he
raw...
(Sniff)
See
he
raw!"
That's
you
shawty
go
on
snort
your
nose
off
Then
put
the
news
in
the
street
Tom
Brokaw
Cause
of
you
shawty
met
a
bad
stone
bitch
out
of
Brooklyn
and
that
Brooklyn
bitch
straight
got
broke
off
Yeah
she
called
her
homegirl
from
the
BX,
freaky
lil
'Rican
brought
X
and
we
sexed
Couple
months
later
brought
'em
down
to
Atlanta
and
let
'em
style
on
the
'bamas
that's
right
yeah
we
flex
Heard
she
got
a
baby
daddy
and
a
nigga
acting
aggy
runnin'
round
talkin'
'bout
yeah
he
plexed
Nigga
better
pray
for
a
ho
like
he
Tebow
though
cause
right
now
he
stay
losin'
like
The
Jets
And
I
walk
around
like
I
got
a
36"
chain
And
I
walk
around
like
I
got
a
36"
chain
Bitch
we
be
that
shit
that's
right
Light
a
flare
put
your
thumbs
in
the
air
high
five
I
came
for
the
stash
box
gimme
that
I
been
waitin'
for
this
all
my
life
3 AM
and
I'm
still
not
right
Still
awake
still
away
from
fading
Crazy
Psilocybin
Why
the
ride
so
hazy
Dribble
this
spit
till
the
street
gets
wavy
The
bliss
and
pure
shit
magician
Get
to
skipping
Not
too
tall
dark
and
handsome
man
But
I
talk
dark
for
ransoms
man
Spend
grands
of
those
zombies
Folded
origami
Yes
I
bag
the
clams
Anyone
object
to
the
styles,
get
a
smile
and
a
backwards
hand
Peep
that
felonious
face
in
the
place
of
an
angel
Bringing
that
buckshot
back
to
the
table
Been
a
veteran,
earthbound
hellion
Try
to
say
grace
get
a
face
full
of
staples
Woke
up
and
the
city
air
smelled
like
maple
If
you
come
straight
from
New
York
you
relate
If
you
come
straight
from
another
place
stay
too
Me
and
Mike
got
the
whole
map
held
safe
Be
it
NYC
or
the
ATL
From
the
ceilings
of
heaven
to
the
gates
of
hell
We
murder
death
killed
every
stage
we
step
Homicide
times
two
better
warn
yourself,
El
Anybody
looking
for
some
trouble
better
self
med
We
could
double
dutch
in
a
minefield,
hell
gets
Just
the
right
temperature,
break
beat
minister
Riverdance
cleats
on
your
face
for
the
finisher
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