Текст песни Tapas - Stak

Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta
Big buds like a Rasta
Run in my house and I'll pop ya, won't tie me up like it's Shottas
Y'all just impostas
Cut off you like you some costs, born and bred to be bosses
Smoke til I'm nauseous
Align myself like I'm chakras
I get big plates, you get tapas

Y'all just some floppas
You'll have kill us to stop us
If you don't feel us you not us
She call me Papa
Dance in the bars that's topless
I'm nice I let her keep the profit
She a punk rocker
All of her outfits are poppin
That lil pussy stay poppin
I see her often
Go out to eat, we don't go shoppin
She know the weight I be coppin
We just be coughin
Ridin round, her head be sloppin
Told her for her to use her noggin
She don't want problems
She know her daddy be mobbin
Deepthroat this dick til she sobbin
She my lil rider
If you wanna take her? Then try to
Never had anyone this deep inside her
She my confider
Omitter but she ain't a liar
Swearin she never been tighter

Who got the fire?
Put 10 pounds in the tire
All of my life's like The Wire
Distribute, conspire
Don't let 'em see you perspire
The day you die's when you retire
Who gettin tired?
If life's a job you'd all be fired
You always looking so tried
Wondering why
Scared to jump so you never fly
Fronted so you never buy
Who gettin high?
Day to day, you gettin by
Bay to the A, yeah I fly
CA state of mind
When you grind it's just a matter of time
I'm tryin til they flatten my lines
Used to pick seeds out of dimes, now I plant seeds under lights
Saw em but didn't read the signs, so I adjusted my sights

Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta
Big buds like a Rasta
Run in my house and I'll pop ya, won't tie me up like it's Shottas
Y'all just impostas
Cut off you like you some costs, born and bred to be bosses
Smoke til I'm nauseous
Align myself like I'm chakras
I get big plates, you get tapas

They better have cash, sixteen ounces of hash
Up under my dash
Concentrate like some math, they hesitate I'ma pass
Ain't takin the chance
Try me and I'll make em dance, like Tommy
Guns in my pants
Triple threat stance, pull up and shoot on ya mans
I need it up front in advance
They bangin like pans, I just got me and my fam
"Tierra o Muerte"—that mean death or land
Please understand—you ain't free til the deed's in your hand
All we can do is do all we can
Stick to the plan, get greasy or stick to the pan
Get rich—stick it to the man
Live on your knees or die where you stand
Either way, we'll be gone in the end

Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta
Big buds like a Rasta, run in my house and I'll pop ya
Won't tie me up like it's Shottas
Y'all just impostas, cut off you like you some costs
Born and bred to be bosses
Smoke til I'm nauseous, align myself like I'm chakras
I get big plates, you get tapas