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Tekster: Ludacris. Release Therapy. Mouths to Feed.

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
'Cause paychecks are comin' up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes

But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even 'Hogan Knows Best', I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends

And I'm a workin' dream, I keep the circuit clean
See, I'm the fuckin' future, I'm a workin' machine
Don't trust a soul, I'm the only one watchin' my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washin' machine

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that 'Daily Paper'

And you'se a daily hater 'cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later, alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giseppis
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis

A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals, makin' moves on my celly
'Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the donuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines, I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs, always gettin' thrown up

Atlanta, put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat
So hell no, I don't sleep, I'm like a Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salaries

My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper