Домой Тексты песен MC Hammer

MC Hammer

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Boss!
Ricky Ross!
It’s Triple C’s:
Color, cut, clarity.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My gun dirty, my brick clean,
I’m ridin’ dirty, my dick clean,
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean,
Bitch, I’m MC Hammer, I’m about cream.
I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers,
I take them everywhere, I’m MC Hammer,
Started sellin’ dope, I’m too legit to quit,
When it’s hammer time, I’m pullin’ out the stick.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m at the car lot, I’m goin’ broke,
I pay for 5, they front a couple more,
I take them home, like I do my hoes,
I dress them up, I buy them clothes,
Glass slippers, I gas hoes,
Now she’s actin’ brand new on you assholes!
Limousines, I did that,
Two door coupes, boy, I live that!
My top back, uncircumcised,
I pull it back, just to go inside,
She thinkin’ Phillipe’s, I’m thinkin’ Wingstop,
Fiendin’ lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked.
Black batmobile, it’s only new Ferrari,
It’s called Scaglietti, one button like a Atari,
I’m just advisin’, my profit is risin’,
Niggas buyin’ stocks in a nigga like I’m Verizon.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My gun dirty, my brick clean,
I’m ridin’ dirty, my dick clean,
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean,
Bitch, I’m MC Hammer, I’m about cream.
I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers,
I take them everywhere, I’m MC Hammer,
Started sellin’ dope, I’m too legit to quit,
When it’s hammer time, I’m pullin’ out the stick.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I cop the Porsche, I was so ecstatic,
Hundred grand a day, my operation is so elaborate,
Credit card scams, that was for the faggots,
Mother fuck window shoppin’, boy, I gotta have it.
Now my shit be boomin’ all across the atlas,
Gucci Pucci money long, now we call him Alex,
Had to move from Davie ’cause that shit went local,
Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in Boca.
My baddest bitches Latin, but they call me loco’Til I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco,
I’m thinkin’ money, every moment thinkin’ money,
I bust a nut then I’m back to thinkin’ money.
My wrist froze, my mind blown,
Her mouth slow, my eyes closed,
You gotta judge a man by his principles,
Teflon don, I am invincible.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My gun dirty, my brick clean,
I’m ridin’ dirty, my dick clean,
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean,
Bitch, I’m MC Hammer, I’m about cream.
I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers,
I take them everywhere, I’m MC Hammer,
Started sellin’ dope, I’m too legit to quit,
When it’s hammer time, I’m pullin’ out the stick.
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Diamonds movin on my chest, wanna Hammer dance,
Seventy grand make my jeans sag like some Hammer pants,
Ambulance, ambulance, 911, 911,
It’s Gucci Mane, yeah, that’s my name, I’m goin dumb, goin dumb.
Blowin up, blowin up, blowin up, blowin up,
I’m like MC Hammer, I put that on my grandma,
I ride through East Atlanta in my new Ferrari,
It’s a 458, if you don’t have one, sorry.
I’ll let you borrow mine, I think I’m MC Hammer,
I never borrowed jewelry, I’m tippin naked dancers,
It’s an occasion, a celebration at Central Station
With Haitian hoes and Jamaicans, I’m tryna make it.
Old school, wanna race it? We can test it,
I’m flexin, I’ll leave a sucker eatin dust for breakfast,
So expect the unexpected, I’m well-connected,
I’m MC Hammer, hundred fifty on the guest list.
Gucci!
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My gun dirty, my brick clean,
I’m ridin’ dirty, my dick clean,
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean,
Bitch, I’m MC Hammer, I’m about cream.
I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers,
I take them everywhere, I’m MC Hammer,
Started sellin’ dope, I’m too legit to quit,
When it’s hammer time, I’m pullin’ out the stick.