STOP INVEST lyrics
by Xzibit
[Куплет 1: Xzibit]
Welcome, uh-huh
X to the Z, listen
All praise is due to the Most High, and everything perceived by my third eye
I was raised a Jehovah's Witness, found quickly nothing was in it
f*ck that organized religion, I'm a soldier with a vision
Addiction was not an option, give me a fighting chance
I'd fight any n*gga and drop him, yeah, I seen motherf*ckers get mutilated
Separated, disintegrated, I barely made it, yeah
You motherf*ckers don't want none
Gatlin, I named my own son after a huge gun
I'm really with thе bullsh*t, and I don't waste no time
My time is prеcious in the pulpit
[Куплет 2: KONDRASHIN]
Не понял, откуда звонок, мне деньги звонят на оба мобильника
К потоку кеша привязан, типа прикреплён к поликлинике
Решай вопрос, но нужно забыть про лирику
Складываю пирамиды пачек выше «Финико»
Они занимают денег, говорят, это новый стартап
Но я хуй кому им дам, ведь их бизнес — это базар-вокзал
Они пытались развести меня — сказал: «Пока-пока»
Думали, мол, наверняка, попали не на дурака
Стоп-лист на инвест - в это мохнатое золото
Я худой, ведь научился в детстве справляться с голодом
Раньше думали, что пидор — тот, у кого ухо проколото
Сейчас не сразу разглядеть их даже у офтальмолога
[Куплет 3: Lottery Billz]
Make yourself at home in the age of Aquarius
Getting richer and more sovereign than I ever been
Was disabled as a third world war veteran
Now I carry more weight on me than I ever did
I handle PTSD myself; f*ck the Adderall
Sleeping outside under the palm, looking at the stars
At the trap spot where the shrooms of marijuana grow
I done got it back 'cause I need a whole lot of dope
Covid is a part of the biggest genocide has ever been on earth
Wish I could personally put the suckers down in the turf
Feeling like we are in need of the second Nuremberg
Chemical warfare and lies of the propaganda
I'ma let this sh*t be another anthem
Pimping hoes like eggs, been pimpin' rides
Too many of them trying to get up in my line
But I'm too busy; gotta get mine and stack it to the ceiling
Real G's live forever, cowards die, inexperienced
Back then it wasn't f*cking with the kids
Boy, don't make me make your mama drop a couple tears
Put my cell phone, I'ma make it bi