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Текст (слова) песни: D-12 f Da Ruckus, Paradime - High 12"

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{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout
the whole song*}

[Swifty McVay]
Yo.. uhh, where your mom at? Uhh, uhh

Watch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooligan
Niggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT`S YOU AGAIN?!"
It don`t matter what crew you in
I let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens
(ahh!) You had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh)
Smash `em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain`t shootin `em
(take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch)
concern, you learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVay
You`ll burn nigga, I get into ya
Like Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I`m gettin rid of ya
Now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I`m serial
When I bomb first, it`s gon` be worse than bicentennial
(haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soars
When in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore`s doors
The chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)
Treat ya life like it`s sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)

[Bizarre]
Guess who`s back, it`s Mister Fuck-All-Y`all (what!?)
Ya niggaz get my balls, quick to break all ya laws
(yeah) I`m smokin hashin green wit the mayors
Smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor
(haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason
Niggaz ain`t comin back like Barry Shunder`s next season
(ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders
(haha) Hindu niggaz off like a plate of appetizers
Your girl talk trash (shut up!) nigga I`ma buck her
(That bitch got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her?
Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)
You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin
Bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?)
Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh)
I`m doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)
with some homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo

[Chorus]
Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonight
Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonight
Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo, talkin shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh)
You gon` get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)
(hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfs
and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)
I`m drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!)
Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps
I`m quick to crash, let the shottie blast
Grab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gagged
Finish; you might as well climb in this body bag
so the E.M.S. won`t waste time puttin your ass in it
(hey) I`m out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards
Dirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*}
A big portion passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)
I`m heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skill
For real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at will
Wit the power to sell wheel I`m killed (I`m serious!)
Damn my man is ill, so don`t you get caught
Kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough
I`m fierce, hungry on the prawl so you`re aloud to run
before I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun
{*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers
DJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers

[Verse Four]
Yo, yo, uh-huh
I embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence
(yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)
(smoke weed) A bus driver that`s near-sighted
I could see ass but not people
I`m supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it
(hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas
Go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama
Fuck ya mama, I`d kill her for stackin shit that high
Your nose got shot cause I missed your eye
A wise guy who get high off his own supply
Zombie fire ya own family and make you verify
The corpses, had his horsemen and`ll leave your stage torchin
Screamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then
(let`s leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this
That`s why people ignore you, like you ain`t even talkin
You chit-chatted and got splatted by disease
Be attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux

 

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