50 Cent - The Glow of a Thug (1997) | Текст песни

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• The Glow of a Thug (1997)

[Verse 1]

Some friends turn foes over money and hoes,
when they feel they ain't tight, when they money ain't right,
when you party with me, we party all night,
cuz I ain't with doin' nothin' if we ain't doin' it right.
Player haters, when they gettin' face-to-face on vacations,
they be gettin' played like Sony Playstation.
When the feds havin' fun, cockblockers try to stop me,
I heard some cats be in the background tryin' to clap me.
I see them when they start schemin' I know what they thinkin' of,
mad at us for being players and they can't get no love.
(I see a player) What it boil down to, cuz my flow's hot, your flow's
hmm (your flow's not). You're so-so, go against 50 Cent, that's a
no-no, ya'll know better than that.

[Chorus]

Flowers bloomin', mornin' dew, and the cats just ain't the same.
It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the
game. Easy livin', while we're givin' what we know we're
dreamin' of. We are one havin' fun walking in the glow of a thug.

[Verse 2]

First it was me and my pist-ol, but since the last mistrial, spin
uup a Cristal, I'm living it up. My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked
the lawbook for my name, I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a
mason. Money is power, envy is cash, pretty evil, I could
be robbed with the jewels I drop, came into the store a year ago, I
decided to stack chips on the whip, push the hoot now I be sittin' on Beach
Huevo. Contemplating copin' the coupe. Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach ya serve bricks through time to beat
you, send ya back if ya headed to your people. Threw out my chest when I
make power moves like I'm right on the L. (On the L)...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Ya wanna, party with me, come on, party with me,
ohh you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me.
Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, but where the Dom P?
Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me. I'm caaught up, in my
ghetto way of thinking, from the ice, to the mix, to the champagne we
drinkin'. Big boys is playing benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch lorenzos,
follow me. Round and round, the club be in the quarter drop top with hard
tops 20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks, my team
flash keys like they go on trips, when it's hot, park the whips and ride
bikes, if you wigglin' in through traffic on the turnpikes, aight.

[Chorus until fade]