Текст песни Weight (feat. Ghostface Killah & The Alchemist) - Swollen Members , Ghostface Killah , The alchemist
Yeah...
Yo...
Hey
yo
my
cocaine′s
whiter
than
colgate,
And
when
Christ
come
imma
go
relocate.
Finish
off
the
dimes,
Big
slabs
of
crack,
writin
my
gangstaz
will.
Bury
me
at
the
plate
in
Bronze
Bomber's
Field.
Give
my
young
guards
the
four
horses,
My
babi
gurls
get
the
pink
Porsches.
Dookie
Jims
and
theyre
all
gorgeous.
Came
to′em
had
a
mean
fortress,
A
french
maid
blowin
me
down
like
Farah
Faucet.
My
gun
collection
is
big
in
the
Adolph
section,
My
little
mini-me
he
bump
off
the
Mexicans.
Mostly
known
for
ma
earlobe,
4 million
dolla
disco
ball,
Shit
though
ma
wrist
cut.
Bang
glass
on
the
crystal
floor
at
club
Shiznit,
Lil
Romee-Rome
just
came
home,
Violated
parole
sellin
cell
phones.
With
his
Snoop
Dogg
perm,
His
brother
Puff
Sherm
threw
two
in
big
worm?
Chorus(*2)
My
my
my
money
fold
up!
My
my
my
pockets
swolled
up!
Say
what,
say
what
Just
roll
up!
What's
the
hold
up
unload
and
reload
up.
Hellfire...
Handle
the
hill?
shellfire
Kill
quiet
like
a
knife
on
the
front
line.
Private
live
ride
stage
show,
First
bird
flamethrow,
Overthrow,
takeover,
Name
known
around
the
globe.
King
Cobra
poison
slow,
Fang
jungle
overgrown.
Wu
Tang,
Ghostface,
Alchemist
killin
this
song.
Feelin
famous,
chop
heads,
walk
illa
Comic,
fillin
on
pain
killers,
watchin
good
fellaz,
Dancin
in
the
dungeon
all
by
maself,
I
say
i
think
im
goin
crazy,
thats
a
cry
for
help.
My
phone
dont
ring
but
get
sexy
text
messages,
Gunnin
on
ma
cop,
get
to
bitches
mouth
wrestlin.
Hey
Im
just
chillin
with
killers
at
ma
disposal,
I
have
a
feelin
youll
accept
ma
proposal.
Put
another
dime
in
the
jukebox,
I
love,
rock
n
roll,
Bulletproof
vest,
glock,
lock
and
load.
Chorus(*2)
Wait...
Rap
zombie,
Im
controlled
by
powers
beyond
me.
I
go
from
the
drum
machine
straight
to
the
Digi-D,
To
the
Harddrive
to
the
G5
to
the
computer
screens.
To
the
lab
thru
the
speakers
to
the
Pens
n
the
pads
To
the
science
to
the
lab
to
the
vocab.
Straight
to
the
phone
booth,
to
the
mic,
Back
to
that
O-rap
Thru
the
speakers,
To
the
place
where
your
hear
and
your
soul
at.
Drop
out
the
drums,
Rough
mix
straight
to
the
work
dat?
Bounce
the
track,
disk
format
and
then
burn
that.
To
the
CD,
We'll
take
it
to
the
truck
where
the
systems
at,
Make
sure
the
bass
hit
like
a
thunderclap.
Then
i
double
back
to
the
lab,
Fast
like
i
was
runnin
laps.
I
freeze!
Back
to
the
Digi-D′s
to
an
MP3,
Thru
the
internet
freeway,
Straight
to
the
DJ′s
to
the
radio,
constant
airplay.
I
gotta
keep
food
on
my
plate,
so
im
moving
that
Weight!
Chorus(*2)
WEIGHT!
1 Intro
2 Black Magic
3 Put Me On
4 Dynamite
5 Go To Sleep
6 Massacre
7 Dark Clouds
8 Too Hot
9 Heart
10 Prisoner of Doom
11 Weight (feat. Ghostface Killah & The Alchemist)
12 So Deadly (feat. Evidence)
13 Torture (feat. Casual & DJ Revolution)
14 Grind
15 Swamp Water
16 Blackout
17 Brothers
18 Press Forward
19 Sinister (feat. Jacken)
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