Strap - Big Goals lyrics

Hey yo! Right Struggle da Preacher, Yukmouth [Verse 1: Struggle da Preacher]: I am ready for big goals, expose my music Yukmouth, big bro. No doubt i got it Motherf**ers you know who's coming And when you ready for whatever to be better than anyone else in this game All you get is pain in your a**, i'm the stress I'm a k**er, here is Godzilla I am white, Russian born I'm exploding like a nuclear bomb Everybody on the block gonna know your name But they talk about me all across the planet I'm already known in London Washington, every small town I'ma bringing it back the real sound Struggle da Preacher, uh, and Yukmouth [Hook: Struggle da Preacher]: What you gonna fight for? If the game is dead, they don't wanna hear you But you gotta fight for You gotta fight for your name, fight until you k** them [Verse 2: Yukmouth]: What it do n***a? Stuggle da Preacher, what's happenin' boy? Yuk! Look! ‘Zilla Catch me rocking with the chop-suey I get skewy with the K, hundred shot through him (brrreeh!) Let my shooters run the block through him Put that Ruger in his mouth, let it talk to him (bang) Dragon gang in this thang, b**h Slide up on your range, knock'em down with the stainless Leave'em brainless, f**in with the world's most dangerous Yuk and preacher, foreign exchanges The AK-Russian, the 44 German (oooh weee!) Italian leather, the rug's all Persian (f** boy!) Sellin birds, I gotta urge for splurging Come show with my dough, that n***a gon need a surgeon Fo sure, n***a, no debate I got hoes to break, hella dough to make I can see why you soldiers hate f** around and get smoked Cuz I'm a warrior, like Golden State Zilla [Hook] [Verse 3: St.Rap]: Это не мы свои силы кидали на то, чтобы нас знали Хавали наши куплеты, чтобы строполили газеты Мы карты не из той колоды. Молоды те вороны что не подтянули штаны. Снимите ваши короны Вараны жареной музыки здесь. Пока силы есть Будем отстаивать честь, чтобы на жопу не сесть В этом наша прелесть, пока бит рвет динамики Старики у микрофона - эта зона занята Я из Тюменского отряда. Вышел из общего стада Большего мне не надо. Сибирского холода голос Сразу по коже мороз, минус тридцать Мы разгоняем колесницу, не надо щщуриться Все те же лица. Мы разгромили все границы Улицы, ловите новый трек SDP, Yukmouth и St.Rap