Текст (слова) песни: Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga - Breakfast in Cairo

[Verse 1 - Malice]
You`ll never catch these fugitives, this high speed
With hoppin` water, see-thru blue on jet skis
They twist trees, bend in they head to run my single
Mean while we minglin` chicks that`s bilingual
Haters be like we sick of them, niggas in the whip sippin` gin
Switchin` lanes without signalin`
But they watch they mouth, because my dogs they ignorant
While I`m laid back, rockin` the Link, fuck what ya`ll think
Stress-free, index finger mixing my drink
You see we hot like two 4-5th with gold clips
Ain`t none of y`all fuckin` with this, it`s hopeless
Malice on that raw shore shit, cut your throat shit

[Chorus x2 - Clipse]
This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners
To my niggas locked, holdin` it down in body numbers
Think of the Clipse when the whole clique in black hummers
Stackin` them chips and let them tricks get nothing from us

[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
I`m wit` Kurupt, in L.A., you know, my main homie
Readin` books by thugs, it`s like my some cody
Get on some N.O. shit, like what up woady
Hey yo, off top, I`m like Puff, just won`t stop
I get drunk and hit them hoes with the Smirnoff cock
Neptunes lace the beat that`ll rock your block
I`m movin` on like Mya and Silkk
We don`t mix like Hinny and milk
I got the cover and grill
Now, everybody a thug, look what I built
I keep it hot, while them sissy niggas been done chill
I let `em live, you know I could`ve had them killed
Five thousand and one, faylaced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know that you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for ya`ll faggots and boy
What!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Kurupt]
I blaze rhymes, nine days it`s like Vietnam
My nigga Nore run `round wit` a block in his palm
I`m a specialist at this with, twist cock insist (what`s that)
All your money homie, ain`t nothin` funny homie
You gotta fat bitch, I bet she can eat a big fat dick with big ass lips
Triangle the game, changin` the game
Sweet arrange, make all the hoes bounce
Neptunes blaze an ounce
Now all the hoes strippin`, all the niggas trippin`
D.P. sippin`, hittin` switches
What you tryin` to do homie, tryin` touch me
Cock back and bust, screamin` mother fucker
Blaze up a sack, I wonder where the gangsters at
Where the thugs are at, where all the bustas and slugs are at
I`m a general, raw dog assassin homie
Assassin nigga, bitch nigga, be blastin` nigga
I`m a pimp, I`m a g, something you wanna be
Malice and Terror said bust two to the head, bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - Pusha T]
I spit that raw shit, ya`ll niggas is tailor-made
Fine, Clipse and Nore, racin` the Palisades
Or in the hovercraft floatin` the Everglades
Whatever the setting, count on we renegades
In bandanas, remind you of Santana
Joints fully auto, shells out of bananas
This triangle`s strong, these walls never be torn
Love is love, all our hearts are warm
Try to infiltrate, you feelin` more than the norm
The barrage`ll are hollows hit hard like bridge storms
Even in the pristine, Chapel of the Sistine
I`m still prone to leave you glistenin`
I`ll mouth to you what joy does this bring
And stagger away home withdrawn and whistling
I speak in this vain so you know what lines to cross
You can start breathin` again, Terror signin` off

[Chorus x2]

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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: Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga - Breakfast in Cairo [Verse 1 - Malice] You`ll never catch these fugitives, this high speed With hoppin` water, see-thru blue on jet skis They twist trees, bend in they head to run my single Mean while we minglin` chicks that`s bilingual Haters be like we sick of them, niggas in the whip sippin` gin Switchin` lanes without signalin` But they watch they mouth, because my dogs they ignorant While I`m laid back, rockin` the Link, fuck what ya`ll think Stress-free, index finger mixing my drink You see we hot like two 4-5th with gold clips Ain`t none of y`all fuckin` with this, it`s hopeless Malice on that raw shore shit, cut your throat shit [Chorus x2 - Clipse] This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners To my niggas locked, holdin` it down in body numbers Think of the Clipse when the whole clique in black hummers Stackin` them chips and let them tricks get nothing from us [Verse 2 - Noreaga] I`m wit` Kurupt, in L.A., you know, my main homie Readin` books by thugs, it`s like my some cody Get on some N.O. shit, like what up woady Hey yo, off top, I`m like Puff, just won`t stop I get drunk and hit them hoes with the Smirnoff cock Neptunes lace the beat that`ll rock your block I`m movin` on like Mya and Silkk We don`t mix like Hinny and milk I got the cover and grill Now, everybody a thug, look what I built I keep it hot, while them sissy niggas been done chill I let `em live, you know I could`ve had them killed Five thousand and one, faylaced by Troy Fuck with Nore then you know that you some dumb boy Me and Clipse got clips for ya`ll faggots and boy What! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Kurupt] I blaze rhymes, nine days it`s like Vietnam My nigga Nore run `round wit` a block in his palm I`m a specialist at this with, twist cock insist (what`s that) All your money homie, ain`t nothin` funny homie You gotta fat bitch, I bet she can eat a big fat dick with big ass lips Triangle the game, changin` the game Sweet arrange, make all the hoes bounce Neptunes blaze an ounce Now all the hoes strippin`, all the niggas trippin` D.P. sippin`, hittin` switches What you tryin` to do homie, tryin` touch me Cock back and bust, screamin` mother fucker Blaze up a sack, I wonder where the gangsters at Where the thugs are at, where all the bustas and slugs are at I`m a general, raw dog assassin homie Assassin nigga, bitch nigga, be blastin` nigga I`m a pimp, I`m a g, something you wanna be Malice and Terror said bust two to the head, bitch [Chorus] [Verse 4 - Pusha T] I spit that raw shit, ya`ll niggas is tailor-made Fine, Clipse and Nore, racin` the Palisades Or in the hovercraft floatin` the Everglades Whatever the setting, count on we renegades In bandanas, remind you of Santana Joints fully auto, shells out of bananas This triangle`s strong, these walls never be torn Love is love, all our hearts are warm Try to infiltrate, you feelin` more than the norm The barrage`ll are hollows hit hard like bridge storms Even in the pristine, Chapel of the Sistine I`m still prone to leave you glistenin` I`ll mouth to you what joy does this bring And stagger away home withdrawn and whistling I speak in this vain so you know what lines to cross You can start breathin` again, Terror signin` off [Chorus x2] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Breakfast in Cairo: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/22392.html Все тексты песен: Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga » Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga - Breakfast in Cairo » Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga - Breakfast in Cairo Рекомендуем скачать: » Хеля - Найду » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хромов Юра - Я ПРИДУ » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хабарова Кира - Кривые ножки » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Ты прости » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хромов Юра - ОСЕНЬ » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Бомбей » Художник - Радиошторм » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - До смерти навсегда » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Брат » Хромов Юра - СЕСТРА-РАЗЛУКА » Хабарова Кира - Рыжая собака » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хабарова Кира - Ваня » Хабарова Кира - Ворон » Хабарова Кира - Трамвайчик
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