Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Flipmode SquadНазвание : ViolatorДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop east coast rap usa hip hop Видео:
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Yeah Heh A Flipmode y`all (x4) Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, Uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw What Niggaz love that Stack the greenbacks And stay steady with the weed sack Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners >From East Flat-Bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the G-Pack Look at me Lampin in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at Verse 2: Rah Digga Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While i`m spittin battle raps On the high horse And i keep my saddle strapped You`d be headin up the river like `where the paddle at?` Got a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture Chorus: Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all good I`m askin all y`all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Got niggaz outta town Tryin to come and be down I`m askin all y`all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Got niggaz online Think they fuckin wit mine I`m askin all y`all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! I`m askin all y`all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! I`m askin all y`all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Verse 3: Baby Sham It makes alot of sense When you see Sham in black Benz With high friends Pull up the club wit dark tints Never jump out Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth They must have doubts Like who the stars wit no lookouts You`d be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse I shall leave you wit dat BIB from QB Boys In Black And foul attitudes to match Verse 4: Busta Rhymes Yo Now who you be god I be the soul controller I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola Live shit like the energy of solar With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock Bear skin furs like Australian polar Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorolla And smack faggots like you don`t make me have ta show ya Chorus Verse 5: Rampage | Похожие исполнители:
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