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Артист: Heather BНазвание : I Get WreckДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop underground political rap conscious rap Видео:
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I ain`t one to gossip, but I heard your shit was wack And I ain`t one to brag, but this jam is fat I won`t push you to the extreme to say I`m all that But if you have to ask, then you must think that Don`t understand what it means to be conceited Never left a sentence or a verse incompleted In a battle I won`t get defeated And I don`t get mad, I get heated Had to wreck the ones that wanted to fight me Don`t give a damn if nobody likes me Never lit the likes of pipes or hype I`m livin for me, myself and the mic Love to rock Nikes and a dope sweat hoodie You can`t buy vinyl at no Sam Goody Hip-hop DJ`s, what will you do Record companies don`t know, when you do, buy two They`re killin hip-hop with ease And I hate those damn cd`s Now let`s talk about the birds and Heather B`s Sisters, don`t allow yourself to get skeezed And believe I got the mad self-respect So recognize and understand my rep And if you show me any disrespect You better know that I get wreck [ CHORUS ] And I get wreck (On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba (Ugh! Ugh! Ugh) [ VERSE 2 ] I`m not a star, cause I don`t shine I`m a go-getter, cause I will go get mine I ain`t lazy, moody or shady And I won`t lie, but I am crazy The same way I chill, I will ill And I wanna beat you cause your ???? need a kill I got skills and I don`t pop pills And no man can say that I want his diznills I won`t fix anything that`s not broken Rather jump the turnstyle than pay a token I`m no criminal, I`m not crooked But I can`t say that I`ll never do it The Kenny Parker beats are just stupid He finds the funky shit and he loops it Adds the flavor, bass, hi`s and snares Books a studio session and I meet him there I grab my lyrics and get a microphone check And open my mouth, then commence to wreck [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] I used to get weeded, but now I hate the smell So I stopped just to keep my braincells Don`t like the feelin of bein high Like to stay down-low and write dope rhymes If I gotta be high, it`s high-paid And it`s not my style to high-profile Not the only child, one of four Thank God my pops was too broke to make more So I make dough for me and the fam I never know when they might need a helpin hand Don`t get me wrong, I never flash loot And every now and then I sport my Doc Marten boots Only in the winter do I wear Timbos Never been called a broad or bimbo Don`t do the limbo cause it`s corny And I wish they`d sell Snapple by the 40 It took a while to get my album set Now I`m here and I`m gettin wreck [ CHORUS ] [ SHOUT OUTS ] Yeah, Heather B gonna give a few shout outs, you know Peace to BDP Peace to Biz Markie Peace to Kid Capri Peace to Teddy Ted & Special K And I`m out | Похожие исполнители:
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