Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung f First Degree, Polo, - Loaded

(First Degree):
The evil that men do got me servin` heaters
Morphin` them body bleeders into believers
Had these bitches bringin` me cleavage and cannibis-sativa
Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters
So lead us to the cheap shit, got more close so I could reach it
Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn`t ready for the rumble
So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning
Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin` up?
Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch and they stuck
Fuck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor,
after sticking in vagina
Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger
Workin` the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it
But your emotions is delighted,
and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas
Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, First Degree
Oh First Degree so bound to the city,
sittin` high lookin` down next up to the climax
Stayin` deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin` flesh
Got that THC marinatin` in my chest, that stays I guess
So I`m approachin` this light shit, and heatin` it beautiful
I`ma tokin` this wide stick, hittin` plentiful
Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar

(Polo):
I got somethin` for your mask
This shit here is hard to swallow
Could be hazardous to your health
Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow
Ziplock lips and listen
I`m on a mission, switchin` positions
In case of accidental consumption
Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician
Heated and hanged, who am I? Trigger Man, suspect number one
I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung
Dialing 9-1-1, it`s flammable, uncontainable
You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable
Specially formulated to have all costs regulated
And also the ones that participated in playing bitch games,
and plain playa hatin`
5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines
Dead bodies don`t talk, kill `em, tape and chalk
So if you fall short....flatline
Nigga, when you near give me adequate ventilation
Avoid physical contact and inhalation
Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation
Does that exlude a bitch, Boot town boot up, shoot up shit
Never water based, straight laced to your face
With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste
Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle
Nigga them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal
Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated association
Illustrations,
picture yourself in a body bag wearin` them closed casket decorations
I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass
And it`s mandatory, too short for long conversation
No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story
Makin` derogatory statements with my stainless
Slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the anus
Dangerous, aimin` for your body
Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate
It`s some a that southern young fool

(P-Folk):
Now what`s up? I look in the rearview mirror
Chevy Astro van`s suspicious
Usin` my brain, beware of the game
Suspects might be thinkin` I`m fakin`
It`s a habit to be caught with and without
Reachin` up under my seat to grab my piece
And the chamber done gauged a round
Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace
Thinkin` that I might be paranoid
Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys
Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til` I`m dead
And I`ll be damned if these niggas try to make me, P-Folk, brake bread
I`m tied up to it, I`m dread,
like it said `you live by the sword, you die by the sword`
These niggas don`t know they got a one way ticket home to the Lord
So bullets will spray, be up and out the situation
And since it`s a jack move, my objective is I gotta take `em
Roll `em outta the mainstream
How they warped thinkin` they been ejected all up in my section
Make a left down El Cord, toward northern direction
Viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide
These niggas know they ain`t no friend of mine, (check they self)
Caught up at a red light
Grippin` this trilli, thug from Hollis with nuthin` to prove
Come here ruge, enemies hoppin` up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose
Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn`t see my third eye
The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side
Exchangin` round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap
One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back
The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded
Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho` I`m heated

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung f First Degree, Polo, - Loaded (First Degree): The evil that men do got me servin` heaters Morphin` them body bleeders into believers Had these bitches bringin` me cleavage and cannibis-sativa Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters So lead us to the cheap shit, got more close so I could reach it Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn`t ready for the rumble So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin` up? Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch and they stuck Fuck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor, after sticking in vagina Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger Workin` the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it But your emotions is delighted, and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, First Degree Oh First Degree so bound to the city, sittin` high lookin` down next up to the climax Stayin` deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin` flesh Got that THC marinatin` in my chest, that stays I guess So I`m approachin` this light shit, and heatin` it beautiful I`ma tokin` this wide stick, hittin` plentiful Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar (Polo): I got somethin` for your mask This shit here is hard to swallow Could be hazardous to your health Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow Ziplock lips and listen I`m on a mission, switchin` positions In case of accidental consumption Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician Heated and hanged, who am I? Trigger Man, suspect number one I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung Dialing 9-1-1, it`s flammable, uncontainable You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable Specially formulated to have all costs regulated And also the ones that participated in playing bitch games, and plain playa hatin` 5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines Dead bodies don`t talk, kill `em, tape and chalk So if you fall short....flatline Nigga, when you near give me adequate ventilation Avoid physical contact and inhalation Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation Does that exlude a bitch, Boot town boot up, shoot up shit Never water based, straight laced to your face With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle Nigga them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated association Illustrations, picture yourself in a body bag wearin` them closed casket decorations I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass And it`s mandatory, too short for long conversation No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story Makin` derogatory statements with my stainless Slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the anus Dangerous, aimin` for your body Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate It`s some a that southern young fool (P-Folk): Now what`s up? I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro van`s suspicious Usin` my brain, beware of the game Suspects might be thinkin` I`m fakin` It`s a habit to be caught with and without Reachin` up under my seat to grab my piece And the chamber done gauged a round Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace Thinkin` that I might be paranoid Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til` I`m dead And I`ll be damned if these niggas try to make me, P-Folk, brake bread I`m tied up to it, I`m dread, like it said `you live by the sword, you die by the sword` These niggas don`t know they got a one way ticket home to the Lord So bullets will spray, be up and out the situation And since it`s a jack move, my objective is I gotta take `em Roll `em outta the mainstream How they warped thinkin` they been ejected all up in my section Make a left down El Cord, toward northern direction Viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide These niggas know they ain`t no friend of mine, (check they self) Caught up at a red light Grippin` this trilli, thug from Hollis with nuthin` to prove Come here ruge, enemies hoppin` up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn`t see my third eye The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side Exchangin` round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho` I`m heated Нравится песня? 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