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Fecha de emisión: 31.05.2007
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY |
Chorus: Romero |
God don’t like ugly, homie |
So why you hatin' on me |
No one could judge you, homie |
Don’t let 'em budge you, homie |
There’s no excuses, homie |
Don’t be so useless, homie |
Get ya mind or ya money right |
I’m on a whole another level |
Check under my sombrero |
I’m higher than a fire escape |
Fly as a sparrow |
The V-Town hustler, doin' the damn do-da |
Seem |
Like the game, is full of them barracudas |
Them cut |
Throat, wanna be something they can’t do |
With nothin' else better than markin' fake truth |
Now tell me it ain’t true |
You know |
The shit I’m breathin' |
Is hundred percent legit |
The facts, and no deceivin' |
I’m behind the scenes, ridin' clean, watchin' them pop a raid |
And just like fiends and weirdo geeks, them hobos love to hate |
You can call it what you wanna call it, mayne, just feel free |
But at least I know |
All them real gatos feel me |
Repeat Chorus |
Watch what you say, homie, don’t bite ya tongue |
I take a hit of the spliff, and put some smoke in my lungs |
Yeah |
Exhale and let you know what I think |
I, think nothing of it |
In fact, I’m above it |
Yeah |
You vatos need to watch ya mouth, and stop |
Representing somethin' you know nothin' about |
I do what I do |
Don’t bother me, and I won’t bother me |
I’m just a man, trying to make my feria too |
So don’t cross the line, don’t mess with mine, don’t |
Wanna have to |
Get |
Sick with it, take a beat and put a twist with it |
Romero el mero mero |
Lil Rob and Baby Bash |
In it because we love it, not to mention the cash |
Repeat Chorus |
You could pray for my demise, try to dirty up my memory |
Romero is a boss, always on time with my deliveries |
And you’ll get fired on the spot if you try dissing me |
You silly rabbits rappin', never ever threaten me |
My flow is out of hand |
My game is that advanced |
You talkin' bad, I got ya girlfriend jumpin' out her pants |
God don’t like nothin' ugly |
Plus you got nothin' on me |
I’ll slap that garbage out your mouth and get to dumping on you |
You spittin' in the wind |
I’m spittin' in ya face |
Better watch out what you say, when you use my name in vein |
You should be glad I made it |
But no, you hella hatin' |
You see me steppin' up my game, you see me elevatin' |
Repeat Chorus |