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Testarosa

Исполнитель: Sir Mixalot

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<br>I`m your Testarosa. First gear <br>Watch me go, keep `em in fear <br>Rumble, young man rumble <br>Brother won`t fumble, muthafukas just crumble <br>Gaskets crank, rappers get spank <br>Stripes get yank, a superior rank <br>Won`t stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar <br>But I`m rolling, the cartel`s tolling <br>For the D`s keep folding <br>Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb <br>By the jet black blur <br>Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta <br>Don`t try to get closer <br>Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust <br>Don`t ever try to fuck wit` a boss <br>High octane there ain`t no ping <br>When I swing on a lyrical speed king <br>And that`s just first gear, listen for the upshift <br>Who can get wit` this <br>I`m your testarosa <br><br>Second gear, look it here queer <br>I`m in here, hitting like spears <br>The rhyme cartel slings legalized dope <br>Some cope, others get (gunshot noises) <br>Lost on the boss, it`s finish is flawless <br>12 cylinders listen to the horses <br>It accelerates smooth <br>Move or else get move <br>Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting smothered <br>I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter <br>My rep is kept, muthafukas must step <br>The best get swept and let out to rest <br>Huuuu, look at that air intake <br>Second gear, passing fakes <br>Revolution per lyric get higher <br>How can I chill when my rhyme`s on fire <br>As I approach the end of my tach <br>My lyrical horse power blows to the max <br>Red line is reached to the peak of my speech <br>And I told ya, I`m your Testarosa <br>Testarosa <br><br>Gear number three, get off the clutch and don`t let `em up <br>Keep `em all down on these young bucks <br>Let `em know big boss is just a bit quicker <br>Get the picture <br>Backtalk tolerated none, son <br>Left you at the gun when I hit gear one <br>Now I`m in third and you think that`s quick <br>Huh, wait till I hit fifth <br>Me and my pack, we keep plenty of snackpacks <br>You said fat now I`m yo to the max <br>Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack <br>Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got your gat <br>Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain <br>Critical mass is my homeboy`s name <br>My personal trainer, taking weight gainer <br>Got the bulk to crush and contain ya <br>On the tach, I`m like a wind ax <br>Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft <br>Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya <br>I`m your Testarosa <br><br>Up to fourth gear, the speed increase <br>Police got beef wit the word chief <br>Move or lose, I excuse the wack dudes <br>You light my fuse and clear out or get used <br>I go 100 in a 55 <br>No need to lip synch, I`m straight out live <br>So I`m rough lust who wanna be tough <br>You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider`s stuff <br>Fake fools from around the way <br>Knowing damn well, you ain`t from LA <br>Ashamed where you come from son, so you rattle <br>Like it or not, I scream straight up Seattle <br>Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet <br>Don`t peep or creep or you lose your freak <br>The cam`s growl, engine loud <br>My tongue keep beating `em down <br>Rev it up, get ready for fifth <br>Just hit `em wit a maximum dis <br>I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya <br>And I`m your Testarosa <br>I`m your Testarosa <br>Yo Punish, show `em what time it is <br><br>Gear number five, you`re eyes get wide <br>So realize that I survive and I rhyme for mine <br>I rope the dope and is he coming up, nope <br>I ain`t the joke so don`t hope for my throat <br>There it is, the whiz gets his <br>The word quiz is what it is and Mix don`t give <br>Sight to the wack who act like Max <br>And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map <br>That ain`t like me, it ain`t cool <br>To rob another fool them claim you rule <br>You boot but not me, troops, you like juice <br>So you hit the stage wearing my boots <br>Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain`t about to get rape by fake <br>Just look at the tail light shrink and then think <br>How I left you pink in a lyrical kink <br>Time to drop to my gears and then stop <br>`Cause I lock the box on them clowns that jock <br>Turbo cone is 230 up on ya <br>I`m your Testarosa (3x)

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