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Текст (слова) песни: Buddha Monk - Bang It in Ya Whip



[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), <buddha monk>]

<listen to i...> *echo*

(these punk-ass niggaz, they aint ready)

(we made men, haha!) younahimsayin? what, nigga?

(we--we been doin this for years)

Yall niggaz cant see this shit

<du-du-du-dun-du-dun-da-dun>

Cant even fuck with this track

(aint nothin could stop us)

<hee-ha-ha-ha-ha> you know, on the corse of desperados

(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond

(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu

(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house

(before we bring in drama) <da-dun-da-da-dun>

Youknowwhatimsayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.

(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit

(what we stand for) <come on, hoo-hey-hey> justice and equality

All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set

<my boriquas on the set> youknowwhatimsayin?

Hit them niggaz like that, yo <ha!>

[babyface fensta]

Its the sinister, sick like clamidia

Burn like no vagina, your retina

Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head

Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor

Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation

Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch

Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin

You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east

Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, wont catch it

Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)

From the 90s, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)

Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)

Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses

(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence

Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics dont amaze me

Fuck around, youll be pushin up daisies

Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa

Grab you up... ahhh!

[buddha monk]

Whos the killa? monk iodine

You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?

Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find

Royal blood kin on your fetal line, Im prepared to deal with fetal lines

Yo, check it out...

I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4

You shouldve known it was them bones, next page, close the door

Wait, I aint finished yet with you so-called pros

You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors

Im blowin ya back out, callin me the subtractor

The actual nist gets broke like a wish

And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows

Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, youre kept from sacred songs

The basics is first to hurts, so dont think fuckin zus could rest in dirt

The projects is to eject shop up yets

The center, niggaz are scared to enter in

Its buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber

[sha-cronz]

Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work

That shows benz and about a mil Im worth

Get higher than 10 kilohertz

Blank on tracks like hungry rodents

Rappers actin funny style and holdin

Frontin, posted up like bowlin

Pins rollin in chevys, while youre goin broke

Holdin a benz, Im heavy on the neck

Pissin weights, cant risk kuwait

And objects, get these papes and escape

Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape

Dont care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8

Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time aint with you

Left dead, cops cant find a motherfuckin pistol

What?

[chorus (x2): buddha monk]

We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate

Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface

Its an mcs fate to test the zus great

And we wont stop, until death is a bedmate

[buddha monk]

What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit

Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip

If I do it any way I wanna do it

Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps

Ill elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc

Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga please

Ill serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family

Yea, you know thats got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees

With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc

And if thats not enough, then Ill huff and Ill puff

And mack yo motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down

Better yet, heres a shot from the 4-pound

And the cops cant help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface fensta]

What, niggaz, what?

 

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