Текст (слова) песни: Canibus - No Airplay

[wyclef]

Yo the brooklyn bridge is gonna collapse yknow?

Yo this wyclef jean and the refugee all-stars up in here

Yo whats this I hear about the police in brooklyn?

Turn this jam up, yo, yo

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

You asked for it buddy, here it comes

One two, watch out for the man in blue

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

Five six, youre beating us with nightsticks

Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin

*repeat 2x: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

Im from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats

Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack

Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat

Two straps, a total of sixteen caps

Say something positive? no positivity

More positivity, more positivity brutality

Thugs get angry, the violence increase

You want peace, make wyclef chief of police

Riding through the hood, its the same ol story

Its either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy

Standin on the block when the spot get hot

Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop

So Im sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals

Anything I touch, it turns monumental

Me and jerry wonder, we keep it credible

For the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat

When we commercialize its to enterprise

We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die

But jerry is broke, thats the situation

Nine-seven, its like no more eviction

No more war milk, no more government cheese

Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay

The brooklyn bridge about to collapse, apocalypse

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air

One two, watch out for the man in blue

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

Five six, youre beating us with nightsticks

Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin

[manhunt]

Yo bust this

Forty caliber, seventeen through your character

Waterworlds world, underwater, sub mariner

Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger

Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender

My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous

Its worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface

Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver

The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga

Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis

The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness

[wyclef]

One two, watch out for the man in blue

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

Five six, youre sticking me with nightsticks

Seven eight, Im forced to call canibus

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

Do it all again, Id probably bust your whole chin

[canibus]

You got a gat nigga, use it, go head pull it

Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets

I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits

Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets

When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with

Puncutations of five-knuckle phrases

I assure you the vocalist standin before you

Will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you

My tongue moves much faster than yours do

Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil

Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you

If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then Ill employ you

To this hip-hop shit, canibus stays loyal

Thats why every killuminati I battle somebody for you

Im warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you

My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle

Your headll spin so fast youll catch whiplash

I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass

Make your hard drive crash to c colon backslash (c:/)

Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

[wyclef]

One two, watch out for the man in blue

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

Five six, youre sticking us with nightsticks

Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

Do it all again, Id probably bust your whole chin

Where brooklyn at? where brooklyn at? (right here, right here)

A-ight? new jersey in the house...

The people versus gestapo, what what

Yo, therell be no sequel to this revolution

There will be no sequel to this revolution

The people versus gestapo

Therell be no sequel to this revolution, what what

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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: Canibus - No Airplay [wyclef] Yo the brooklyn bridge is gonna collapse yknow? Yo this wyclef jean and the refugee all-stars up in here Yo whats this I hear about the police in brooklyn? Turn this jam up, yo, yo This the type of jam that be getting no airplay I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo This the type of jam that be getting no airplay You asked for it buddy, here it comes One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, youre beating us with nightsticks Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin repeat 2x: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen" Im from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat Two straps, a total of sixteen caps Say something positive? no positivity More positivity, more positivity brutality Thugs get angry, the violence increase You want peace, make wyclef chief of police Riding through the hood, its the same ol story Its either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy Standin on the block when the spot get hot Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop So Im sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals Anything I touch, it turns monumental Me and jerry wonder, we keep it credible For the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat When we commercialize its to enterprise We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die But jerry is broke, thats the situation Nine-seven, its like no more eviction No more war milk, no more government cheese Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof bentley Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay The brooklyn bridge about to collapse, apocalypse This the type of jam that be getting no airplay The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, youre beating us with nightsticks Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin [manhunt] Yo bust this Forty caliber, seventeen through your character Waterworlds world, underwater, sub mariner Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous Its worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness [wyclef] One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, youre sticking me with nightsticks Seven eight, Im forced to call canibus Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could Do it all again, Id probably bust your whole chin [canibus] You got a gat nigga, use it, go head pull it Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with Puncutations of five-knuckle phrases I assure you the vocalist standin before you Will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you My tongue moves much faster than yours do Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then Ill employ you To this hip-hop shit, canibus stays loyal Thats why every killuminati I battle somebody for you Im warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle Your headll spin so fast youll catch whiplash I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass Make your hard drive crash to c colon backslash (c:/) Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga [wyclef] One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, youre sticking us with nightsticks Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could Do it all again, Id probably bust your whole chin Where brooklyn at? where brooklyn at? (right here, right here) A-ight? new jersey in the house... The people versus gestapo, what what Yo, therell be no sequel to this revolution There will be no sequel to this revolution The people versus gestapo Therell be no sequel to this revolution, what what Нравится песня? 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