Текст (слова) песни: Buckshot - Feel It

[swan]

Yo, take a walk through the terror dome

Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome

Where them dollars at? what, nigga holla back

Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque

Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular

Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular

We do it up in a benz or a hoop dog

Smokin black, listenin to snoop dogg

We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block

Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock

In the drop top, headed to the chop shop

Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop

[chorus 2x]

Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this

You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it

You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side

You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this

[buckshot]

Im high when I know Im sweatin, plus Im gettin

Ready to set like nino brown at the wedding

You a new jack, this aint a city

What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty

And if I take 49, and youre left with one

See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son

Take ya breath son, nah, heres the oxygen

Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again

Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up

Now you cant stand up, fucked your whole plan up

Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up

Upside ya head, give me my respects

[tone cappone]

Yo, theres nowhere to run, theres nowhere to hide

Dont no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die

A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise

See before jesus, the only man chosen was i

And you can a dream or a nightmare, and Im right there

Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there

Puff there, hype there, russell there, mike there

All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there

From brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back

Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack

Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks

We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

[chorus 2x]

[sweet mellodye]

A real hard head makes a real soft ass

I thought I told these muthafuckas they aint in our class

Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch

Fuck that, I make em run and get they wife and come back

You dumb black, bum raps is what yall got

Itll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot

And I aint got no time for them weak ass rhymes

And then, when you spittin its three and four at a time

Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit

But its only a chosen few that can do this shit

I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit

But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shit

You know you makin me sick, like the flu and shit

And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit

You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit

That rap crack, you phat, aint all that and shit

[chorus 2x]

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» Buckshot - Boom Bye Bye
» Buckshot - Ill Be Damned
» Buckshot - Breath Control
» Buckshot - Feel It
» Buckshot - I`ll Be Damned
» Buckshot - Ladies N Gentlemen
» Buckshot - My Bitches and My Niggaz
» Buckshot - Heavy Weighters
» Buckshot - Take It to The Streets
» Buckshot - Glide With Me
» Buckshot - Follow With Pride
» Buckshot - Trapped


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: Buckshot - Feel It [swan] Yo, take a walk through the terror dome Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome Where them dollars at? what, nigga holla back Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular We do it up in a benz or a hoop dog Smokin black, listenin to snoop dogg We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock In the drop top, headed to the chop shop Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop [chorus 2x] Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this [buckshot] Im high when I know Im sweatin, plus Im gettin Ready to set like nino brown at the wedding You a new jack, this aint a city What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty And if I take 49, and youre left with one See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son Take ya breath son, nah, heres the oxygen Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up Now you cant stand up, fucked your whole plan up Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up Upside ya head, give me my respects [tone cappone] Yo, theres nowhere to run, theres nowhere to hide Dont no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise See before jesus, the only man chosen was i And you can a dream or a nightmare, and Im right there Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there Puff there, hype there, russell there, mike there All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there From brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq [chorus 2x] [sweet mellodye] A real hard head makes a real soft ass I thought I told these muthafuckas they aint in our class Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch Fuck that, I make em run and get they wife and come back You dumb black, bum raps is what yall got Itll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot And I aint got no time for them weak ass rhymes And then, when you spittin its three and four at a time Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit But its only a chosen few that can do this shit I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shit You know you makin me sick, like the flu and shit And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit That rap crack, you phat, aint all that and shit [chorus 2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Feel It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/26588.html Все тексты песен: Buckshot » Buckshot - Take Your Time » Buckshot - Final Words » Buckshot - The BDI Thug » Buckshot - Boom Bye Bye » Buckshot - Ill Be Damned » Buckshot - Breath Control » Buckshot - Feel It » Buckshot - I`ll Be Damned » Buckshot - Ladies N Gentlemen » Buckshot - My Bitches and My Niggaz » Buckshot - Heavy Weighters » Buckshot - Take It to The Streets » Buckshot - Glide With Me » Buckshot - Follow With Pride » Buckshot - Trapped Рекомендуем скачать: » Сергей Никитин - Песня о Мурманске » с аккордами Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Я выберу немного » Света - Глупое кино » с аккордами Земфира - Почемy » Сектор Газа - Рассказ, услышанный в автокомбинате » с аккордами Булат Окуджава - Старая солдатская песня » с аккордами Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Я жил » Сливки - Буду я любить тебя всегда » Сергей Порошин - Ни добра, ни зла не знаю... » Светлана Менделева - Учительнице музыки » с аккордами Александр Дольский - Два мальчика на длинном беpегу » Сергей Трубкин - Мама » с аккордами Кино, Виктор Цой - Над полями туман » с аккордами Земфира - Снег » с аккордами Анатолий Киреев - Не В Силу Привычки... » Седьмая Вода - Дин-дин-дин » с аккордами Александр Дольский - По дорогам моей земли » с аккордами Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Кондопога » Сливки - Летели недели » с аккордами Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Я опять намедни одичал
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