Текст песни Sambalero - Stan Getz
Yeah
Def
Jam,
yeah
Ruff
Ryders,
yeah
Def
Jam,
yeah
Ruff
Ryders,
yeah
Def
Jam,
yeah
Ruff
Ryders
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
I'm
just
gonna
stick
to
the
script
'cuz
you
know
how
that
shit
go
Quick
to
the
flip
dog,
kitten
don't
let
go
Get
that
shit
yo,
wrong
or
right
me
Dog
for
life
and
it's
on
tonight
Y'all
niggaz
make
money,
money,
money
My
niggaz
take
money,
money,
money
Bloodline,
get
down
'cuz
I
love
mine
I
can
put
my
life
on
the
line
at
least
one
time
Cats
don't
know
nothing,
but
show
frontin'
I'm
a
pump
pump
it
up
like
Joe
Budden
Dark
Man,
bang
your
head
with
the
walk
man
Tryna
holla
at
shorty,
you
still
tryna
talk
man
Sometimes
niggaz
is
worse
than
the
bitches
So
I'm
a
holla
at
you,
but
first
with
the
stitches
Cats
don't
know
who
you
fucking
with
'Til
you
fucking
with
X
and
you
stuck
in
shit
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Yo
Grease,
I
need
this
beat,
no
disrespect
I
just
got
some
shit
I
need
to
get
off
my
chest
Look
around
and
I
see
the
rap
game
is
a
mess
So
many
chromes,
now
they
getting
me
vexed
Upset
and
insane
in
how
the
game
gonna
change
shit
Sounding
the
same,
and
it's
a
ma'
fucking
shame
While
lames
think
they
flow
so
sick,
getting
excited
Yeah,
they
got
a
sick
flow,
it's
called
the
'Young
hoe
virus'
But,
let
me
fall
back
into
character
B
got
so
hot,
never
been
an
amateur
Ask
the
locals,
boy
it's
lo-co
Never
stop
my
flow,
wanna
go
pro,
you
know
Check
the
history,
started
with
the
R's
Now
I'm
running
with
the
line,
four
time,
no
mystery
Dog,
tryna
position
me
to
get
in
the
door
But
since
the
door
don't
open
wide
enough,
we
rippin'
it
off
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Dog,
gonna
be
Dog,
that's
how
I
get
down
Step
up,
nigga,
sit
down,
put
your
shit
down
(Aight)
Clowns
ain't
even
built
for
the
circus,
I'm
about
to
pop
this
nigga
(Dog,
it
ain't
worth
it)
Tah,
yeah
you
right,
soon
as
your
man
make
it
dead
at
night
I'll
be
there,
aight
(Then
what)
Everything
stops,
money
turns
on
the
light
And
pa
pop
pop
pop
None
stop
shots
ringing
out,
cowards
hit
the
ground
I
came
to
get
down
if
you
came
to
get
down
Blow
the
pound
up,
niggaz
wanna
what
with
us
Bloodline
and
the
dog
I
trust,
so
for
the
dog
I
bust
That
thang,
catch
me
while
I'm
up
in
the
truck
with
that
thang
Dog
get
the
word,
it's
a
must
that
I
bang
And
trust
me,
I'm
gonna
do
my
motherfuckin'
thang
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Bloodline,
we
'bout
to
blow
Ruff
Ryders,
we
'bout
to
blow
Vacant
Lot,
we
'bout
to
blow
Man,
bitch-ass
niggaz
just
don't
know
Yeah
Come
on
man
Ya
niggaz
don't
know
What
the
fuck
this
shit
is
Gutter
Gutter
Gutter
Gutter
1 Samba Triste
2 Saudade Vem Correndo
3 Sambalero
4 Mania de Maria
5 O Morro Não Tem Vez
6 Samba Dees Days
7 Thanks For The Memory
8 E Luxo So
9 One Note Samba
10 Desafinado
11 Insensatez
12 O pato
13 Baia
14 So Danco Samba
15 Bronx Blues
16 Ebony Samba
17 Menina Flor
18 Um Abraço no Getz
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