Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Kurupt f Crooked I, Daz, XzibitНазвание : Step UpДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Aw yeah! Right about now it`s time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I (Wait a minute, um) Crooked I: This is the art of, manslaughter When I`m rockin` I`m more shockin` than droppin` a boom box in bath water You entered the wrong scuffle You catchin` a chrome buckle I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles Deliver the sick verbals My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground, your body spin around, in six circles Diminishin` infamous menaces I`m waitin` to get dicced, if not, I`m a start finishin` innocents Lyrics (lyrics), I`m breezin the region Freezin g`s in your legion Freakin` ancient techniques when I`m speakin` phoenician It`s all about Crooked These bitches shout Crooked I`ll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked I own a vicious label, niggas`ll get disabled When I`m spittin` rhymes written on project kitchen tables I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya Now that`s for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh? Can you fucc with this? Let`s get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y`all niggas up Y`all don`t wanna see none of this west coast MC shit Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?! Kurupt: Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts The storm, my vocals float like arts In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme My microphone massacres every year the same time With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker Up against the microphone night stalker With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me As you can see I continue mashin` MCs Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer Extra-terrestrial microphone terror In effect, get infected Tell me what the fucc you expected These venemous injections I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections From these poisenous melodies and selections I select the methods of slow anguish I mangle shit with my language Tell me, have you ever seen one elope With the microphone In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode Baboom, alone in my own zone So don`t compare me to none Not one`s nearly Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories Sincerely, I could have the spot locked Niggas get stoned for touching microphones with no knowledge on how to rock Daz: Yeah, back in effect, it don`t stop Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table We fuckin` it up like this and like that, yeah Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin` house Alkaholiks! Xzibit: When I was enlisted I came to the table double fisted Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies Bust shots up in the sky screamin` obsenities Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy It`ll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run See we do it how it can`t be done I`m the rough cut, plus how the west was won Or direct descendant of the gatling gun Don`t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one That aint a threat, that`s a promise I can definitely keep You can`t compete wit` 25 niggas wit` heat in the street Ready to repeat, round after after round at you All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit` mine I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I`m The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin` the crowds hyper It`s ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can`t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus My Dogg Kurupt Daz: Yeah, no shit Yeah, y`all can`t fucc wit` that That`s what I`m talkin` about West coast, we been doin` this shit for years Aint nothin` happenin` wit` that Battlecat (Don`t step up) Right, right (Don`t step up, unles you wanna get hurt) Huh, huh, huh (Get get get get hurt) Whatcha say Motherfuccas that be hangin` in the battle (Get hurt, get get get get hurt) That`s what I`m talkin` about Daz Dillinger (Don`t step up, unless you wanna get hurt) Break it down, break it down Huh (mixed with Battlecat`s scratching) Motherfuccas can`t fade this shit | Похожие исполнители: |
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