Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I`m talkin` about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain`t no punk
That`s right, that`s right

A tisket a tasket
that`s all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna`, I`m still bendin` cornas`
buckin` shots on your block, I`m sippin` on Corona`s
Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit` a six-fo on suicide
sittin` in the barn wit` no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and calm
crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm
Who`s the rawest?
My shit is flawless
Had to be passin` out bruises,
lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who`s the boss
before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!"
Part of the penitentary still, penetratin` your grill
I keep on keepin` it right, while you keep on keepin` it real
I`ll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist
Coolio`s on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool
Lodi Dodi, I don`t know karate, but I know a razor
and none of y`all can`t fade me
I know you wanna try to play me
and busta`s wanna playa hate me
I`m one of the dopest niggaz out I
guess that`s why they hate me
Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi
I remain like khakis, I guess that`s why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me
but you can`t outrap me
my shit is fatta`
and yo shit need a little bit mo batta`
Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I`ve been rockin`
these motherfuckin` microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I`ma be at the ripe ol` age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire
my name ain`t Rick James but I`ll burn your ass with a fire
So, what`s your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics
or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha` way it go I`m dumpin` and I`m dippin`
still tennis shoe pimpin`, 40 Thevz in position
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I`m a giant
and yo ass is like Jack,
but yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack
I`m like a Benz, you ain`t even like Cadillac
you mo like a Regal
I`ma pit bull, and you`s a Beagle
I`m set to strangle hangin` emcee`s at all angles
as their legs start to dangle,
dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
livin with the Watts
I`m sendin` out shout outs
I used to drink Ol` Gold
now I just stroll
straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch?
Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph,
autograph, autograph

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» Coolio - Sticky Fingers (alternate lyrics)
» Coolio - It`s All The Way Live
» Coolio - Hit `em
» Coolio - All The Way Live (Now)
» Coolio - Hit em High
» Coolio - Is This Me
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» Coolio - 1 2 3 4 (Sumpin` new)
» Coolio - That`s How It Is
» Coolio - Thats How It Is
» Coolio - Cruisin
» Coolio - I Breaks `Em Off
» Coolio - 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk
» Coolio - On My Way To Harlem
» Coolio - Smokin` Stix
» Coolio - The Devil Is Dope


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: Coolio - 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk Yeah, yeah Fuck all these niggaz You know what I`m talkin` about Wino Yeah, yeah, yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain`t no punk That`s right, that`s right A tisket a tasket that`s all you ask it Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna`, I`m still bendin` cornas` buckin` shots on your block, I`m sippin` on Corona`s Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit` a six-fo on suicide sittin` in the barn wit` no alarm Straight up collected it, cool and calm crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who`s the rawest? My shit is flawless Had to be passin` out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand who`s the boss before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentary still, penetratin` your grill I keep on keepin` it right, while you keep on keepin` it real I`ll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist Coolio`s on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool Lodi Dodi, I don`t know karate, but I know a razor and none of y`all can`t fade me I know you wanna try to play me and busta`s wanna playa hate me I`m one of the dopest niggaz out I guess that`s why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess that`s why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you can`t outrap me my shit is fatta` and yo shit need a little bit mo batta` Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected, so check it Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I`ve been rockin` these motherfuckin` microphones since nineteen seventy-niner, and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire I`ma be at the ripe ol` age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire my name ain`t Rick James but I`ll burn your ass with a fire So, what`s your desire baby love? Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas? Eitha` way it go I`m dumpin` and I`m dippin` still tennis shoe pimpin`, 40 Thevz in position Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I`m a giant and yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I`m like a Benz, you ain`t even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal I`ma pit bull, and you`s a Beagle I`m set to strangle hangin` emcee`s at all angles as their legs start to dangle, dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne livin with the Watts I`m sendin` out shout outs I used to drink Ol` Gold now I just stroll straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch? Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/11909.html Все тексты песен: Coolio » Coolio - Recoup This » Coolio - Sticky Fingers » Coolio - Sticky Fingers (alternate lyrics) » Coolio - It`s All The Way Live » Coolio - Hit `em » Coolio - All The Way Live (Now) » Coolio - Hit em High » Coolio - Is This Me » Coolio - fantastic voyage \| С‚РµРєСЃС‚ РїРµСЃРЅРё Рё С‚Р°Р±С‹ (Р°РєРєРѕСЂРґС‹) РґР»СЏ Р±Р°СЃ РіРёС‚Р°СЂС‹ Рё » Coolio - In Tha Beginning...There Was Rap » Coolio - Ugly Bitches » Coolio - 1 2 3 4 (Sumpin` new) » Coolio - That`s How It Is » Coolio - Thats How It Is » Coolio - Cruisin » Coolio - I Breaks `Em Off » Coolio - 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk » Coolio - On My Way To Harlem » Coolio - Smokin` Stix » Coolio - The Devil Is Dope Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Жизнеописание » Эли Бар-Яалом - Отцу » Эренбург Игорь - На параде » Эдуард Гончаров - Полдень. Солнце. Поляна в лесу... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Джинн » Элизиум - Оптимизм » Эдуард Хиль - Старый марш » Эли Бар-Яалом - Во тьме беспроглядной » Эли Бар-Яалом - Покаянная серенада » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ода на предстоящее выступление автора в клубе Центра Неполных Семей, каковое, в результате, имело бы » Эжен, Сусоров Евгений - Сага боевых лошадей » Элизиум - Сказка » Эдита Пьеха - На тебе сошелся клином белый свет » Элизиум - Альпинист » Эли Бар-Яалом - Волхвы » Эли Бар-Яалом - Раскопки » Эдуард Муллер - Довоенное танго » Эмир Шабашвили - И вновь смыкаются круги... » Элизиум - Джаз » Эли Бар-Яалом - Дракон
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