Testo Let's Toast - AZ
Testo della canzone Let's Toast (AZ), tratta dall'album Sosa (Save Our Streets Az)
[Intro: AZ & (Diddy)
Yo, put that over there, man
(What's up, son, what's up?)
Chill, chill, let me smoke, man
(This is the legacy)
Dombats (I wanna toast)
Yeah, y'all know what makes a winning team (What's that?)
Motivation (On behalf of y'all)
Aggressiveness (Right)
Determination (It's the more we get)
We are that winning team (Word)
The more we take it from other people, baby
Brooklyn!
Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
Long pawns, diamond rings and the kings to blow
To all the killers and the hustlers, some seen, some low
What the deal, daddy? It's all good, get that dough
'Cause of y'all, I praised clothes, jewels and cars
Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
On the streets with the hustlers who hustle the same
Son of Wayne, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
All the wheelchair victims and the ones with the canes
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the rain
Become insane, so many throw in slum in the game
So let us toast to the ones in memory of
All the quiet storm jams, we remember we love
Remember we thugs, nieta, Crips and Bloods
Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because
Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
And where we at as this world go 'round, we lounge
So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck
The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
From the beef and all the street sweeps that made us rough
Made some suss', slum wasn't made to trust
Still I toast to the East Coast, the stage is us
Throw it up for the niggas that could hold it up
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
The streets need it, it's gangster when the beast completed
Sleep, eat and breathing, it's the life, love it or leave it
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
So from the streets where the hustling brought us to life
From the beef and all the scuffling that taught us to fight
The poisonous bites, police gun wars in the night
The whores in the night, fiends up on the night
Gave us new style but some just became too foul
Now it's two thou', yeah, two thou'
So I toast to the live that know they broke
Cook and bag they own work and know they coke
Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc
It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
Nothing to lose, for some it's all out the game
Few been schooled so it's all out in vain
First chips niggas get, out comes the chain
That's it, soon the same be out the game
It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
To the players and the hustlers, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sitting on mills with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who can take paper the most
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Writer(s): Anthony S. Cruz, Mohongany
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