Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Guru f Big Shug, Hannibal StaxНазвание : Baldhead Slick & Da ClickДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Let`s see if you can hang and bang with this momentum Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them Put `em all.. in intensive care, send `em fare While I lounge round town in expensive gear Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes While you push it up your nose, I`m with your chick in LaMontrose On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites Showin her exactly, what she`s gonna be on for me And truly you`ll she, how stupid you`ll be Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes I`m a thunderous clap, `dro tucked under my cap Make you wonder where I hid my gat Don`t worry `bout that, better worry `bout your own situation I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations Stay outta my face son [Hook] In my world.. you ain`t got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face son In my world.. you ain`t got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face [Big Shug] I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough Slap up haters, who diss the flow Gold-diggers only get the toe.. up they booty hole when they outta control For sho`, and naysayers, I crash in they face In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet Sucka nigga park my car valet And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet I`ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet And they sweat like I play for the Jets Am I the best? It`s hard to tell Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell To get the cream, and get the fame Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame What`s the game? To win this shit at all costs I got what it takes to be the underground boss [Hook] [Hannibal Stax] Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel You just a selfish lil` bitch, me, I`m all for my peoples You gon` fuck around and let yourself deceive you I`ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect I`m heat, you wet I`m famished and you beef, I guess I`ll eat you next I`m just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite Can`t stand to see me bubbilate on top of it Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it`s visual We maximize, congregatin with alibies From righteous to criminal, just to make your life a tidbit more miserable So keep playin me close like I ain`t tryna get rid of you I feel for you, and this is all in your mind If ya dare get physical, I`ma make ya every fear Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws and get to drillin you just because You thought it wasn`t when it was love Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you [Hook] | Похожие исполнители: |
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