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Исполнитель: Mos Def
Название песни: Got
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Some cats really like to, you know... 
Profile and front. 
And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... 

Don't get mad 
Don't get mad 
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) 

You're out on the block hustling at the spot... 
GOT, this is how you get Got... 
At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot... 
GOT, this is how you get Got... 
Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks... 
GOT, this is how you get Got... 
Some girl from pink house said "I like you a lot"... 
GOT, this is how you get Got... 

This one goes to all them Big Will cats 
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac 
You goin' around town with your system bump 
And your windows cracked low to profile and front 
Now I like to have nice things just like you 
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do 
Like, high postin' when you far from home 
Or like, high postin' when you all alone 
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense 
But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence 
Like "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that" 
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible 
It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals 
Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle 
5 star general, flashin' on your revenue 
You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, Like (whooooooo) 
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue 
A full on attack and it's happening to you 
Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea 
But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me... 

Don't get mad 
Don't get mad 
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) 

Come on ya'll now, let's be real 
Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed 
I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem 
They fiendin to be seen, get hemmed like Gaberdeens 
Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin 
They comin' down the wire spittin fire like a dragon 
Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position 
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin' 
Like, come on now ock, what you expect? 
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck 
And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens 
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin' 
They clique starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas 
You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers 
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long 
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on 
There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat 
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat 
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps 
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat 
There is universal law, whether rich or poor 
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war 
So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips 
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less... 

Don't get mad 
Don't get mad 
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)

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