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Артист: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.Название : R.A.I.D.Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap rapcore funk hip hop Видео:
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Man All I know when we get out We finna roll Check this one out Brothers, do we got bass? [ all ] (Yes, we got bass) Too many busters out there on the streets We gonna have to take em out (Go on with it, Ridd) [ VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd ] But before we go on, my name`s Ridd, not Ren It`s me again, comin out the lock-in O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass There`s dollars to be made and posses to waste Pass by the hood to pick up the gat Stop by the studio for the new track Q Ball rollin, 8 Ball in the pocket Just bail on stage and pull the mic out the socket Boo-Yaa dogs (woof!) locked on the canine It`s `89, it`s time to get mine This madness, you never had this Home of the O.G.`s (we threw out all the faggots) I`m pluggin my microphone with full-equipped lyrics MC`s smell the smoke of my mic and they fear it I`m known to be the hanger for the MC`s I hang I throw a riddle, it come back like a boomerang [ CHORUS ] We`re not here to play We`re just here to spray This is a [ all ] R.A.I.D. Everybody on the dancefloor R.A.I.D. (Woof!) You gotta know this one [ VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd ] If knowledge is power, then I`m muscle-bound Loc`ed out as a hound, I`m not down in a dog pound Breakin out, MC`s start fakin out Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., time to start takin out MC`s come and MC`s go For all the MC`s that go is too slow for my .44 I peel em at the frontdo` ( *shot* ) (Boo-yaa!) Then I drag em to the backdo` Then I say, "You want some more, then say no more" (Why is that?) Because I`m just too hardcore So you know Ridd packs a .44 Bring on the rap jam and let`s roll [ CHORUS 2X ] [ VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd ] (Put Riddler on the roof) cause I shoot the vics My mission was to shoot straight to the chicks I filed a contract, not to confess Found out that the buster had a bullet-proof vest (So what did you do?) I had nothin to say Pulled out my Uzi and I started to spray Went to the morgue to identify his body (Yeah, that`s him, ??? posse at the party) I`m not prankster, word to Godfather, I`m a gangsta And this is the time I`d like to give thanks to All my brothers for doin it (their way) And now it`s my way, we`re not here to play Boo-Yaa - please, who can match? Like a purse on Imperial (you will get snatched) And like a Camel in the county (you will get smoked) And when the Riddler took the loco toll (that was loc`ed) Check out O.M.B., my bassman, forget the turntable (Island) the name of my record label That`s the reason my jams sound so hard Cause it`s boomin from a bailin car Down the boulevard and we don`t stop Cause all you posses get mopped, get dropped We rock the party, steal all the ladies Since it`s `89 we`re in the Eighties [ CHORUS 2X ] Hit me deuce times (Woof, woof!) (Attention, all D.R. This is a R.A.I.D.) He-he-he-ha-ha | Похожие исполнители:
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