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Артист: King TeeНазвание : Can This Be RealДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop west coast rap rap west coast hip hop Видео:
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What`s up King Tee`s in the muthafuckin house Got my homeboy Young Floyd in the house J-Ro`s in the house But yo [ VERSE 1 ] Now here`s somethin everybody can relate to I know you hate to, but I feel great to Be the man to shake you, awake you and make you Stop sleepin, and I do what it takes to Bring a screechin halt to the snoozin First listen to the jam before you start choosin And refusin, sayin you can`t hack it You never even bothered to take it out the jacket Put it on the turntable, have a listen Then if it`s wack, start dissin Now I understand why you`re dissin my cut So I spit in my foot and stick my fist up your butt Cause you have no business, really in this And I have no time for that diss-diss I shoot a rhyme at you like I`m shootin to kill And you can do is ask yourself (can this be real?) [ VERSE 2 ] Now this song, I dedicate it to the sleepers Nothing real hard, just a little teaser For those who told those that the King Tee was done with No, not quite, yo Pooh - pump it Suckers don`t front, I know it`s me you admire I take your girl, set her soul on fire I use the mic like a gun and my rhymes like ammo I go Tyson while others go Rambo Pooh-puts are warned, break north while you can, bub Give up rappin, join my fanclub I`m the rap reverend, hip-hop evangelist Yo, I can handle this, pass me the canabis Pro rap artist, and my rhymes are kinda raunchy Start with somethin smooth, end with somethin punchy See, I can rock, funk, rock, reggae or salsa Heavy metal or some soul, disco at the casa Just to the point of a vinyl convention Tee does the rappin, E does the mixin So if you`re still sleepin, yo, that`s ill But when you`re awake - what`s your question? (Tell me, can this be real?) Let me see if I can bust this one off Right here One take [ VERSE 3 ] As I resume with my rhymes, or should I say continue You got the nerve to try to pretend you Don`t like what I`m doin or sayin so far But usually when I`m done you`re satisfied, of course I don`t front or fake, don`t base or sniff Don`t rob or steal or shoot dice and pimp Cause I love to hang out with my posse and chill You might think I`m a thug, so think what you will I got a girl with a curl, and a homie named Sonny Never smoked crack, cause the shit smelled funny King Tee, my alter ego, there`s not to be a sequel Suckers try to diss me when I entertain the people Hey, I`m a murderer, your girl, I`m servin her You feel like beefin - hah, the nerve of ya I hit you so hard, it make your mother feel dizzy Back up, punk, the King came to get busy (Tell me, can this be real?) | Похожие исполнители:
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