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Intro/The Beggin'
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is an introduction with a lil song talkin about me
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No quiero encasillarme en nada, no quiero sonar o ser como nada, pero no voy con ningun rollo undergorund ni nada, pq lo bueno es bueno da igual si es comercial
Hi people... hola gent!................
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #7,223
Peak in subgenre #3,986
Author
Rodamon
Uploaded
June 18, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
first i would do an intro and another song so i put it together i wanted talk about me
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[street sound in the background] [MOSH in the background] [Rodamón] Please gimme some money, my family is hungry...(coin sound) Thanks... Please gimme some money, my mother has no legs...(coin sound) Thank you man... Please, gimme some money, my dog is... [Rich guy] Why I got to give you money you stupid poor? You stink as hell, oh, no, you will spend money on drugs or liquor I’m right? [R] Nah man... don’t piss me off my dog is hungry.. [R G] You lie! You disgusting poor, I hate poors... they smell bad... [R] Man now I’m tellin the fuckin truth for first time you motherfucker! I hate fuckin riches, that think they’re the king of the world and... [R G] Oh, you insolent offended me, stupid beggar! And turn that noisy music off! [R] It’s Eminem man, it ain’t... [R G]I don’t give a fuck about it! Oh look, you are guilty for make me say a swearword! Go hell poor! [footsteps away] [R] Hey you, bitch, you didn’t give me any fuckin coin! [R G] What? Youa re so rude! [R] I don’t give a fuck about what you think, gimme a fuckin coin! [R G] NO damn poor, fuck your dog! [R] What you said muthafucka you pissed me off bitch (pistol cocks) [R G]Oh my God! [people screamin] [shoots in the background] [Rich guy yellin pain] [R] What you fuckin say now huh! Get some motherfucking caaaaash...bitch! (silence) [R G] Oh stupid poor, you messed up my Gucci! [R] Don’t call me stupid poor again bitch dieeeeee!(shootin) [alottof coins fall tot he ground] [R] Thank you dude...(dog barking) Ha ha ha...! [Rodamón – Verse] Hey yo, I’m goin to tell y’all my profile A tiny tiger can evaporate you in a while So now get tha fuck off the stage and I pop the mic This ain’t a life if we didn’t fight Yo with this shit I’m not tellin that I’m the strongest I only suggest you to get tha fuck out if you wanna live normal Not like Steve Howkings connected to a PC This is a try of EP, to release a CD Man probably if you hear this, you are bored Cuz this shit might only be heard by drunks and whores You might listen in this that I always diss tha same people But if we don’t repeat y’all things a lotta times they’ll keep evil It’s ilegal, to sell EP’s at the middle of the street Well I’m lucky cuz I ain’t poor in a spite of I tell I’ma begga But I wanna deffense the poor people bettar Than be a fuckin George Bush that don’t know to read a letter But he’s president And ain’t a president, of San Marino He’s president, of USA, and it ain’t a sick joke (OOH!) Yeah, this is the same expression I used when I knew it No one got balls to pick up an uzi, me neither But I can diss him through it (throught what?) through music you stupid You should go to mass every fuckin day to be so deaf With this shit I ain’t searchin beef I’m searchin streets, I don’t do hashish I don’t do drugs, I’m searchin that these fuckers slip and fall to the coffin And at the same time, crush all your stealers that made me waist time in muggins I’ma peculiar kid, I don’t got to say it, but If you say it I’ll make you fuck wit fat nasty bitches til you got AIDS Cuz it’s the beggin (beggin’) Gimme all your mutthafuckin money Cuz it’s the beggin (beggin’) Gimme all your muthafuckin money Yo, it’s the beggin, you catch it? I start my future, my destiny, my destination, me and it are matchin (matchin) Hush now it ain’t the hook, you fuckin beat crook (What) yea I did alone all the fuckin beats and raps Maybe I seem too dumb like Ghandi was too peaceful to slap But I want do rap, and you critics can understand But I don’t feel misunderstood, I feel like a man Cuz in this life we gotta stand every fuckin bullet All the bitch bullies, pull me, you can’t do it I don’t bullshit, I’m not that weak I’m not that high, just to have hair longer than a working week Just playin, but man if you disrespect me I’ll make you burn more than the sun Don’t attack me, you are weak as a cat son I can kill you, truthly
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