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  • Текст песни YJ - Paramedics

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    [Hook: Young Jeezy]
    2 niggas down, 2 niggas run it
    Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning
    Here come the paramedics!
    It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
    All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door
    Here come the paramedics!
    It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
    Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning
    Here come the paramedics!

    [Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
    Here come the pain! I've got a name
    Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
    All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
    So good like a hook from T-Pain
    They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
    I say "go be somebody, even if it kills you.."
    They say "death smells like bad ass weave"
    Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs
    I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand
    Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
    And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
    The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
    Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
    Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
    God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
    But why they still riding to your old shit?
    Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
    Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
    Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
    I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2 - Game]
    See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
    Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
    Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
    Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
    Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
    Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
    Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
    And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer
    Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
    Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
    I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
    ...Well nigga I still flip birds!
    Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
    Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
    Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
    Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3 - Game]
    (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards
    I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)
    Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
    Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
    Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
    My ? the best pound for pound, like Mayweather
    Undisputed: I never lost a brick
    UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch
    Put her ass on that greyhound
    Tell that ho to stay down
    Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
    Give a fuck about a bitch
    Die for the paper, hustle relentless
    Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper
    The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
    These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
    Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house
    He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out
    You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
    We ?, shot him down from the neighbor's house

    [Hook]

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