Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: La the DarkmanНазвание : LucciДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap east coast rap hip hop Видео:
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Gun rule. We gon` make this spicy. It`s La Trapacanty right here. You know? And we gon` do it like this. Yeah. Darkman. [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon Two thousand-five lyrics, you`ll catch on soon New entrepreneur, no match to go to war On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four Enjoyin life, I don`t know a man who live twice Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts Son, i`m fortunate to still be here, shells is close City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost [Chorus x2: La the Darkman] For that lucci, it`s all about that lucci For that lucci, it`s all about that Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays [La the Darkman] I`d rather die if I`m not livin fly, Now Y Can`t get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I`m gettin high Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hell Children can`t have a chance with impairable bells Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul Reach one with a cold force, gon` be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams Now dip, cuz loose lip shorts ain`t shit But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake Holdin my weight, now a purchase `bout to case When I coke `em and drop `em it equal Cali earthquakes I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape And my state from the halls of Hell Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring [Chorus] [La the Darkman] Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula Seven, I`m `bout to see about a half a mil` With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend I represent on all tracks like the number four train Maintain, it`s all about the cheese you gain I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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