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Текст и слова песни Rasaq – Ccc Runnin The Game


Rasaq on the block yeah yeah

Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Color Changin' Click-clack

Let's go mayn, uh, uh


I got them black dudes feeling me

Cause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty

A tattooed celebrity, but I keep the chopper

That go blacka, I push that through your memory

Half of my enemies, wanna see

Me and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy's

Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C.C.

You should see, how happy them yella's be

When they see the car, nicely dropped

With the paint job, that look like a icy pop

Your wifey jock, she like Rasaq

Thick hips, with the tiny top

You could find me propped, in a grimy spot

Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked

Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot

Mommy start tripping, trying to find the watch

She wanna find my knots

But all she get is nut, right behind my crotch

Mommy stop, it's Rasaq

When she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus

Coming out those pajamas, you know this mama

And I'm like a camera, focused on her

By the end of the night, I'ma be poking on her

Cause I know she wanna

Niggas think they running this man


Don't get me started, y'all know who the hardest

Doing your thang, but regardless baby

Color Changing Click, is the name

That's running the game

Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change

Mmmmmm, running the game

Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change

Mmmmmm, we running the game


Let me give you a couple reasons, we running the game

It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn

How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like that name

I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn

Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps

First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be that

No you lying falsifying, when can we see facts

Your raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack

That, would be a little closer to the truth

I'ma puke if your group, get any closer to the booth

It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof

Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the Coupe

Rasaq on the dream team now, him a winner

Anybody got any words for him, I'm finna

Slam your face towards my rim, and spin the spinner

So you can tell your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner

Ha-ha, who the heck is better for

A balling metaphor, or go getting cheddar for

A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers

If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better chore

Boy, any nigga that got tension

Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention

Did I mention, you don't want my attention

Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching

Let's see what the ambulance, do for you

Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer

Little kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter

Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover

Got paper, longer than your arm

Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses

His fist towards your face, to your jaw

It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just haunt it



This is for the down South Dirty, swangas vogues

My Northside niggas, my Southside whoa

I slide on the scene, with a mouth full of golds

I slide on the block, like I'm fresh off parole

Not Destiny's Child, but call me Kelly Rowland

Bright red top, and them Perelli's is rolling

And my fellas is holding, the metal he toting

So fellas, please don't provoke him

Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold some

Homegirl better stop fronting, and show something

For all my niggas, dosey-do

Two step around the club, like you throwed from dro

Oh, them haters don't trouble me though

Cause this year, I'm bout to make double the do'

All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow

Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so

Maybe cause that tattoo's, maybe

Cause we braided up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too

And flash jewels, where shades when the light coming at you

Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga ah-choo

Why you think, they call me Rasaq

I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch

Coming down the block, niggas think it's the cops

Cause the roof turn red, and blue on the top

When niggas point the lead at you, it goes pop

Acres Home's dead at you, we don't stop

It's Houston a hot town, we got it on lock

Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the block

And them girls, already on the jock

And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop

Looking shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hot

I'm thoed weather I spit, hooks or not

I took the block, around the world and back

I took homegirl, around the curb and back

Yeah nigga, the birds is back

And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps

But I still, love them thick girls

Hair in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl

Stay down with me, we bout to get rich girl

If you picture fit girl, damn I really miss girl

I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled

Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt

Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up

The seats really love her butt, she think I love her butt

I'm too gutter, for buttercup

I'm in a Coupe counting butter up, man


Rasaq on the block nigga, uh

Ghetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status niggas

Ok, y'all wanna play, down South gutter

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