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letra de come n count it - joe goonie

[intro]
(rell on the track)
who invented the mafia?
what?
la cosanostra, who invented that?
who cares?
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up
it’s a stereotype and it’s offensive
and you’re the last person i would want to perpetuate it
[verse 1: rich ro]
you ain’t on the road, n-gga, stop it
applyin’ pressure with the bag, thеy wanna knock me
all these b-tchеs feel a way, they surround me
man, her p-ssy wet, i think i’m drownin’
i done beat her back in, you know i pound it
mama had me at the crib, she was hounding
i done slipped up with a sack, i was grounded
diamonds so water, tuh, where the fountain? (huh?)
move my og out the hood, where the mountains?
only f-ck with bloods, b-tch, we call it counseling
me and beno up some sh-t, need a counter

[verse 2: beno]
weigh it up, tip it on the scale, then i’m lounging
baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it
dog had put it in the air so i could pound it
just stop and cool it with all that lyin’ sh-t
just hit the brick and get out of it
you want a zip of girl or you want a half a split?
try to move a bag in my hood, i need ten percent
that ‘caine, you eat good, but that food, it’ll get you rich
i started havin’, i got hoes, never no tens
i came up off that food, was never no bin
told her work third person, i ain’t handin’ no hand
they still hang around that n-gga, that n-gga went fed
b-tch, in high school, mama started givin’ me meds
they come in by the ninety or give me one-ten
can you drop it down the way? can you give me a hand?
it only take several hours, i’ll give you a band
[verse 3: ace cino]
smack pulled up in the bentley, i’m flexin’ the lam’
five hours straight, no stop, i took me a xan’
seen the extras soon as i took me a gram
million-dollar bribs, i’m lookin’ ahead
when i make my first mil’, i’m lookin’ for land
if the work ever came short, i’m whippin’ again
tc back on that bullsh-t, he brippin’ again
just knocked off an eight of wock’, i’m sippin’ again
it’s over for that quarantine sh-t, we livin’ again
boolin’ out in bally, find a plug who sendin’ ’em in
i’m the voice of the streets, i’m just fillin’ ’em in
goonie got chi chi on the beat, d-mn near did it again (are you in the mafia?)
naw, the mafia are us
r.i.p. floyd, f-ck 12, they can’t stop us
they tried to kick me when i was down ’til i got up
f-ck the gym, with these 7.62s, i get shots up
still on the block, they can’t block us
if you been with me from the start, i got us
they gon’ pay me what i want, my stocks up
they ain’t f-ckin’ with you clowns, y’all not us

[outro: rich ro, beno & ace cino]
you ain’t on the road, n-gga, stop it
applyin’ pressure with the bag, they wanna knock me
baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it
goonie got chi chi on the beat, d-mn near did it again
(i’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up)

- joe goonie

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