Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Canibus f Kool G RapНазвание : Mic Club: The CurriculumДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That`s what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than `Bis Not possible - if I can`t pronounce it, it ain`t rhymable The audible probability probably ain`t probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater`s not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o`clock news flash, `Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki If I`m rappin sloppy, she got me... [Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with karats Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough, blow out ya brain in ya casket Don`t you love this drug element? Where slugs crush ya melon and dome Chrome that`s known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day`ll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I`ll leave you open with wounds nigga Witness G Rap put it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make ya spread `em out - show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock" Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It`s royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it`s the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e`rything is e`rything my nigga I ain`t bitter, but if I gave you the finger it`d be behind the trigger Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community Up in radio, tellin them what you gon` do to me I live in the `burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury the body, plus look out for po` Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it`s like I`m scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely subjective My perception is completely parallel to perspective Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatch the tools from you, I`ll throw `em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew if you can`t admit I`m iller than you | Похожие исполнители: |
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