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letra de on top of the game - lawless (rap duo)

[chorus]
it′s just the lawless (ooh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah)
shot callin’ (oh yeah, shot callin′)
and we’re makin’ it hard (oh)

[verse 1]
gangstas don′t dance, we lowride
true gangstas don′t boogie, we be slow grindin’
pump oldies in the background, now look what i found
my old demo tape and it′s still bumpin’
got my brand new navy blue sweats on
with my brand new hundred dollar kicks on
and my platinum rolex to match
hit the boogie at the barbershop ′cause you know he got my scratch
but i’ma double up on the shaq attack
where you at? my homie slow got the hook up
we sittin′ back, a mr. jack nicholson
and everybody’s wonderin’ who is these mexicans
lookin′ likе some superstars
and it′s a trip, we just seen thеm homies from the lawless clique
ballin’ like it ain′t no mañana
puffin’ on some montecristos from havana

[chorus]
it′s just the lawless (lawless)
on top of the game (yeah)
and it just don’t stop (ooh, it just don′t stop)
shot callin’ (oh)
it’s just the lawless clique
and we′re makin′ it hard (ooh, oh yeah)
[verse 2]
yeah, what’s up? you know who got the bomb
it′s the g, lawless clique, so it’s on ′til the break of dawn
ain’t no stoppin′ when you know it’s poppin’
it′s on and rackin′, we crackin’, you know it′s happenin’
we got the females with c-cktails
bumper kits and long fingernails
down to play, parlay, all night and all day
there′s no way you can go wrong
with this gangsta clique bumpin’ this gangsta sh-t
all night long, we comin′ strong
who got the bomb? lawless clique, platinum chrome
we fresh and bone, tearin’ sh-t up, up on the microphone
so grab your freaks, handcuff your hoes
’cause if they down, we down to break ′em off like pros
and it don′t stop, and it won’t stop
lawless clique (lawless clique)

[chorus]
it′s just the lawless (oh yeah)
on top of the game (of the game)
and it just don’t stop (it don′t stop, no, no)
shot callin’ (oh-oh)
it′s just the lawless clique (oh)
and we’re makin’ it hard (oh yeah, oh yeah)
[verse 3]
all the homies gettin′ faded
everybody gonna make a toast to the west coast
and all the chicas in the hot tub
but the one with the thick-ass hips can give me a backrub
′cause she the baddest one and she turn the party out
alize, what you say we blow them candles out?
make me wanna holler, she want my dollars
but it’s cool ′cause we can take it to the bedroom
and i’ma toss it up like a salad
nice and slow like a ballad, baby, you know i gots to have it
you got it goin′ on, we doin’ nothin′ wrong
so let’s get it on and we can f-ck until the dawn
but first, you could dance for me
i love it when i can see through your teddy, come over here with daddy
and by the way, it’s a shame, you don′t even know my name
but you could call me nino, it′s good to meet you, ho

[chorus]
it’s just the lawless (lawless, oh, yeah)
on top of the game (of the game)
and it just don′t stop (and it don’t stop, no, no, oh no)
shot callin′ (oh, we callin’, oh-oh)
it′s just the lawless clique (baby, oh yeah, oh yeah)
and we’re makin’ it hard (oh yeah, oh yeah)

- lawless rap duo

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