Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Originoo Gunn ClapazzНазвание : Dirtiest Players in The GameДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[starang] Word up, word up, youknowimsayin Its like, niggas ask me why we aint do that fab 5 shit (I know I know what they ask you, whens fab 5 comin out) Knowimsayin its like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin Niggas always know man, for real for real man (hennyville, william h., top d-o) Heltah skeltah (sean price) sean p!! [ruck] Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty Cuz I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me But they cant, fuck wit my speed and my power The combinationll fuck you up just like weed and some powder The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear Spit some shit from my mouth piece thatll rip your fuckin ears off Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov Rap style is rusty, took too many years off Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save thee Life as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!" Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps Chill, fore I pull out my steel and something real happens [top dog] Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasnt nuttin? Had to put it down and show you where Im from Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown Been to many places, never strayed away from home Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!) Im at the three-point line no time wastin in case Theres another player up in my lane, and then I lace him The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board Im checkin all of yall because your game is so fraud Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you know Shaving all your points just like I told you to do so And come on down, wit ya half-man team Ill trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees Now spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it out Youre all up in the game and dont know what the shit is bout Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga [starang] Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot This is the mfc, and double-d In the ninety-now, we lock it down This is the mfc, and double-d In the ninety-now, we lock it down [rock] First of all, alcatraz I master my craft Got the power to bomb that ass like Im kevin nash Cuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow If this was wrestling, wed be nwo The same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fights Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics Made a little cheese and left, and that shit aint right But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got talent Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin Step in the ring deep, let it begin Peep, creep and jump all except for my kin Those are the breaks man, we take wins Buy hook-up by crook man Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref aint lookin Winnin the belts like goin gold or platinum I swear this year, we gon do it and we aint playin fair [starang] *shoutouts in background* Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Wassup wassup, wassup wassup Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup Yo son I lace up my cleats, and then I step out on the field Look out in the stands, I see my niggas from the ville I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin bout killin em Simply for the fact that we aint feelin em Word up them faggots on the other side dont know starang Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game Sack ya ass, dance like Im on soul train Im just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum force Give me the chance and the ambulancell drag em off We blastin off, that crown yall wore, pass it off Aint ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft It aint nuttin, we aint frontin, fuck the fortune and fame Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game [louieville sluggah] Yo its down and out, but really its just beginning Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall And frame it up, disappear car door Hardcore wars, the fans demand more Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard Its ville yall (player wit the stats they kill for) Dont wanna bunt up, cuz all I think about is homers [starang] Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got (where yall at, where yall at) Better drop that shit if it get too hot (where yall at, where yall at) Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Yes yes yall fab 5, we the best yall, remember that? Yes yes yall, fab 5 be the best yall word up Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Steppin in hotter this year Let the brains blow, word up Ah-ha ah-ha Oh oh, word up Heads aint ready for the shit we got Niggas aint ready for the shit we got | Похожие исполнители: |
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