Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: The CoupНазвание : Ghetto ManifestoДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap political hip hop political rap Видео:
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[Boots] I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court I scribbled this on an application for county support I practice this like a sport Met Donald Trump and he froze up Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up" Some tryin` to front off Break her ass a clump off We gon` stop the world and make y`all motherfuckers jump off This is my resume slash resignation A ransom note with proposed legislation A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim Cause I got two bangin` pieces and you don`t wanna date em` Flyin` kites for my folks at home Who takin` tokes alone We payin` rent on shit they ain`t even sposed to own Narratin` through my verse, agitatin` when ya curse It`s a million motherfuckers just waitin` on the first Anticipatin` on the worst, wanna weightin` up ya purse Shook the jobby job down at noon and don`t disperse They wouldn`t pay ya ass as far as they can throw you They think you punkin` but they don`t know you Dissin` turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin` on ya lettuce Wrote that in the back of those apartments A coupon from agricultural departments When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go And start shit, it`s the ghetto manifesto [Chorus x2] That`s what I`m talking about Make me scream and shout East, West, North, and South Gonna turn this party out Hey, hey [* People talking *] [Boots] Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don`t sing Got a house arrest anklet but it don`t bling bling The homie with a cell but that shit don`t ring But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang Now it`s the hustlin` sound, trick where they muscle around blacks Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack Even renowned historians have found that The people only bounce back when they pound back So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement Defacin` gravements of a sufferin` nation The files are flagrant and that`s the fragrance I overheard them askin` vagrance for patients So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes For d-boys tryin` to flow them Gucci`s and designer boats And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks Who all kind of broke But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled Let`s all get high from the income angle Bump this at the party even if it ain`t the single Here`s a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades By nannies and maids who be polishin` the suede You could let the sess blow but let`s make the sets grow Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto [Chorus x2] [* People talking *] | Похожие исполнители:
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