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So Now You Know

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Жанры : thrash metal west coast groove metal rap hip hop

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[Threat]
Hit him with the "Bop Gun" one mo` time
Gotta get another nine, even though I`m "Color Blind"
Originator from the one-two created
in the sixty-nine, so break off mine
I don`t believe in Santa, got a clip like a banana
And a deep-ass crew, so wave your white bandana
I went from 8 to Hennessy straight
on the rocks with the cherry floatin at the top
So tell your friends and your neighbors I kick the fla-zavor
The kind they don`t sell at Alpha Beta
Yup that, underground gangsta boogie wicked ass lyrics
Creepin through the wall like an evil bad spirit
They hunt a nigga down like a hound for the crack
But watch your mouth and what you say cause something`s wrong with this stezo
(Riiight) Girls shake like jelly when I jam
Kissin cluckers is for suckers and my name ain`t Willy Spam
So get the shit straight, you got the peoples mixed up I see
Tryin to be a O.G. like me
I never fell for the okie-doke
He gotta get broke off for the dope he smoke
Use a gun and go to jail, oh what the hell
Don`t ask who did the pig cause I ain`t gon` tell
One-time think they slick, that`s what they punk-ass get
for tryin to put me in a bag of Trix
Keep my eyes wide open, cause niggaz be smokin
ice, comin with them trick-ass dice
Don`t go to the sto`, without my fo`-fo`
Stop and give a dime to the wino
I knew I shouldn`ta done it but too late cause I was blunted
Feelin fine off the cheap-ass wine
Look way up the street, there he go
Black Superhero, rollin in his five-double-zero
Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
without one dime, just a nickel-plated pistol for the crime
Talkin about "I`ll be back," don`t get cracked
Cause they gon` stretch yo` ass so far you gon` see stars
Don`t say I didn`t tell you so, don`t say I didn`t tell you so
So now you know

[Threat]
Stop doin low for these project hoes
Bitch leave me the hell alone, you`re burnin out my telephone chip
Stripped butt-naked from your hips
Never mind your blouse cause I`ma rock the house
On the edge of the bed, like I said
Put the head in your mouth until your ears turn red
That`s how it go twenty-fo` it`s a mo`
You already know

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