All It Takes lyrics translation: ACADEMY DREAM All It Takes song texte and letras ACADEMY DREAM All It Takes tab, paroles and testo ACADEMY DREAM All It Takes Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Cuddie I don`t sleep right
Cuz` when I close my eyes I hear cries
>From my potna`s who lost they lives
Visions of bloody brutalities realities
Now stay focused and hope it don`t affect my salary
Calorie, they keep my pockets fat
I gots to stack a grip
Try not to trip and keep them gold-diggers off my dick
I`m gettin` sick cuz` I drink 24-7
The way I`m livin` now if I die there`s no heaven
Gotta help my potna`s in the pen
Cuz they livin` broke, this ain`t no joke
On parole and I can`t smoke
No sticky indo, roll down the window
Step back the green lights like Nintendo
Up in the game, like a professional
If you ain`t havin` money I got to let you go
I need to let you know the rules before you perculate
Rule number one potna never should you pimpitrate
I spit this pimpin` straight cut, no additives
No matter how mad you get biatch
I`m a playa so I serve the game
Maintain, campaign, and have thangs
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1992 I was drownin` in big cases
No its 97` and I`m countin` them big faces
Switch places whupped the four-five and infrared
Filet Mignons and garlic bread
A hard head, big red and gorilla nuts
Got me mobbin` thru the bay like I don`t give a fuck
I whipped equiped and stay dipped in butter salt
Peel if she real no scrill then I cut em` off
No fine-ass bitches wit them empty bank books
Worse than them hugly muthafucka`s who can`t cook
The game cooked, for 5 years in the fed
Now its time for these game hungry nigga`s to get fed
Get bread, sew them sucka`s down
Smile in my face, but clown me when they not around me
Talk down on my every move, but I couldn`t give a damn
Playa`s do what they want
The sucka`s do what they can
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Twelve one, seven 0 my D.O.B.
And I been breakin` hoes since 83`
Money-makin` business handle it discreetly
Give you my home ###-#### nah beep me
Ain`t no tellin` who be tellin` or who they tell
And plus I heard that they be sellin` that concrete yayo
Get your mail, don`t act like your lil` sista
And if you lackin` in this mackin` a bet you fista
Deep right as I come tight for this Doo Doo Dumb
And that cat K-Lou, knew how to come
With Mac Dre, that 3C veteran
More game than March Madness, and dope is excessive
Hittin` big licks wouldn`t pull no small caper
I`m a be a dog and stay up like wallpaper
Look at these broke bitches like they stank
Love my bank and stay sharp as a shank