Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Sporty ThievzНазвание : Raw FootageДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop for respect hip hop new york Видео:
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Chorus: Yo, its raw footage Uncut like four hookers Were stealin and killin and ball til the law book us We [? ? ? ? ? ] your [? ? ? ? ? ] like Uh-oh to yall crookers Like no-gooders Keep knockin if yall wit us [marlon brando] Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in babylon Like serial killers, Im on some shit they be on Hidin out in lebanon House with the intercom Niggas is wild john to see the sinister on Money like maffia [? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ] til feds get wise on ya Change your face move to bosnia Czechoslovakia With jamals girls shape on And more make-up on Talkin to liz claiborne Marlon brando at the table with the large cat Holdin a raw pack Vietnamese straw hat Smellin sex in the lex Contracts with death threats Tryin to stop my breath With holes in my left chest Marlon, crazy harlem Ballin with nicaraguans Plans complex - enough to shake kuwait squadrons Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan eat? We in the al capone suite - la fam and my bed lady My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red avery Im tryin to see dynasty And aint nothin stoppin me From private property With the glass roof on top of me Cut, cut! Chorus x2 [big dubez] Uh, uh, raw footage nigga, sporty thievs, big dubez, uh-huh, big dubez, check it... uh oh! Check it - Its hard to shake these demons after me When all I want is more cream than master p Big d-u-b, man its never easy Being a c-z-a-r Feel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? You wit the a-team or is you hatin like they are? Fuck em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, lifes a bitch and I hit er for one thing Long-dick her til I hear her sing ch-ching ch-ching! Busta bus made it clear to me Rob a club, put your hands where my eyes can see Leave em there Nigga outsmart me? I aint the one you can smart-out And that box you layin in, nigga? its where you left a part out Nigga, eat your heart out Either forfeit or hold it All you hearin is them thief motherfuckers, yo they stole it Chorus x2 [king kirk] Yeah - its that steel bird nigga - king kirk ass nigga - sporty thievs motherfuckers - yeah - yall niggas is crazy, straight up - how we gon do this? which one of yall niggas think you can Around? you? Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake up Sums we can break up And hold so much weight we take space up Stay truck Mad hoes stay fucked - say what? Im in yall bitch niggas face like make-up Straight up - we can spar til we see allah Or take it to the fdr til one of us wrecks they car A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked whats your name, black? Most niggas call me selfish <? >but when I get this grape eight with purple thongs<? >, call me welchs Kirks the type did a perp with your wife On turnpikes with dirtbikes No shirts, with ice Word life - so hot I could flame-throw Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when its bright the ice rainbow(bling!) Cats is wired like phone poles Instead of throwin blows They let chrome go And duck po-po And play low-pro In the next state til jake see em in the lake with eight in they chest-plate Niggas test weight when you play they hood like its all good Start blowin like suge and your dashboards all wood Rims 18 inch And your boys switch cars Like rich stars Drinkin liquor in strip bars Puffin cigars You wont get far - fore they stop you Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!) Brag they shot you and celebrate Make their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like garfield Speak on hard steel Thatll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail Cut, cut, cut, cut! Niggas cant fuck around, cut, cut! Chorus x2 [tragedy khadafi] Yeah, yeah... Sporty thievs... Iron sheiks... Q.b.... Yo, yo yo yo yo... Yo, its funny how the world revolve around cream On the streets you was a king with one team Now youre in a cell praying to the unseen Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes Gettin your back torn out with loud screams While Im on the scene with rings and nice things Nothing compares to the heat my gat bring Swervin - black suburban. wrapped in turban Puttin work in - pop charts plus the urban Niggas love it - hear my shit and wanna thug it Have yall niggas goin to war, tryin to slug it Sporty thievs - iron sheiks and ski beats Go together - like dimes and silk sheets Still creep - daishiki get left leaky Who you wit? thug shit wit [? ? ? ? ? ] Mahdi - q.b. - el-khadafi Holdin plastic 89s in a drop three Yeah - (who you wit? ) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, yall niggas know | Похожие исполнители:
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