Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Theodore UnitНазвание : Smith BrothersДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop wu-tang hiphop Видео:
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Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it`s goin` down This is that muthafuckin` nigga (off the sound) Yeah, uh, bulletproof muthafuckin` gooses outdoors For all the streets, all the dusts in the streets (Let me get a sip of that, let me get a sip of that) Rusty projects and all that, the radiators is bulletproof Yo, yo, come on, ah yo yo [Ghostface Killah] What up cousin, this is most high wizardry Got`s to watch niggaz, so I stay on my grizzly (uh) These young boys comin` at me (yeah) Lookin` at these faggots, like yeah, you get amped off of Pepsi Damn, what kind of cards you delt Does your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain`t rap too tight Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T Two hundred Bees`ll get you killed by coke head Skeet This is murder, you can get it, if my fam don`t eat And, we slam niggaz, like we Lil` Malik We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money Hey dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy And bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec`s Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck I`m fed, you`se dead, that`s said, no more wet The cameras is rollin`, bitch, quiet on the set [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] You can never front on, jump or you get lumped on Burners in your face, don`t you get nervous on me We got so many gats, and them big Mac`s Somebody get the boy, I get the wildin` on black Tell `em, we will, we will, rock you, pop you We will, we still, got you, got you [Trife Da God] Aiyo aiyo, it ain`t a game (nah) This kid is serious about his change (uh-huh) Ya`ll a bunch of wacko jacko`s, amped off your names Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames My right hand`ll sting you and ding you, leave stamps on your brain I got, out of state of niggaz that`ll kill for beers Cuz you, easy to pop like balloons filled with air I dare ya`ll faggot asses, punch niggaz with glasses Back in my third grade classes, squeezin` asses My niggaz is never over, understand I`m a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I ever wrote Butter soft, lead the coke, matchin` my kicks So make sure, you get my sneakers when you snappin` that flick And I advise you, to carry that Bible for survival Surprise you, return like Jesus, without the costume Come on young`n, you dumbin` I`ve been doin` this shit since King Culling, cookin` grams in the oven [Chorus 2X] | Похожие исполнители:
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