Текст (слова) песни: Drunken Master f Kurupt - It`s All Your Fault

[Kurupt
Drunken Master
Both]
"Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh."
"Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh."
"You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta
Assassin. Numba one."
"Drunkenstyle, baby. C`mon."
"Huh? It`s like this, homie."

We don`t stop. We pop glocks
We got nots. We clock knocks
I bust shots. I`m raw dog
Kurupt`s a hog. O-G for the dogs!

"Uh! Uh. It`s like that, ch`all!"
"It`s goin` down. Let`s get some freestyle shit in here."
"Y-Y-Yeah! It`s like that, nigga."

All my gangbangin` homeboys throw it up. I`ma blow it up
Make the spot flame. You don`t know my name?
I`ma tell ya somethin`, homie. You know the game?
I don`t got no strain, no type of stress
I protects myself wit` the Smif-to the-Wes
Westside, nigga. Rida for life!
Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife
And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though
Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time
When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it`s nice
Ignite mics, homie. I`m cold as ice
and I`m percise like shots at point blank
These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked!
My homeboy Drunken Master said,
`Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust `em
Leave that bastard dead, nigga.`
So indeed I had to cock my heat
Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat
Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed
Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head
I`ma leave `em all dead and you heard what I said
Make `em bleed `til they bled, when you see me in red,
nigga, best believe I`m bleedin`
`cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it`s true,
it`s true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride
Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga
My heart pounds, everybody lay it down
You look around. Bustin` everybody on the ground
and if you got money, I`m in your pockets. Strip `em off
I get it right. Bitches get it off
the sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed
Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed
Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z,
and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P
Now we don`t stop. We pop glocks
"It`s all your fault."
We clock knocks. Rock non-stop
"No hoe, no salt."
You just a bitch and bitches eat dick,
also you know that bitches ain`t shit
See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime
I`m one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line
A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me
K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C

[Drunken Master]
Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin` cash wit` Kurupt and Daz
It ain`t my fault if I blast on yo` busta ass
Drunkenstyle, nigga, time to put it down
Professional Chedda Chasers ridin` wit` Tha Dogg Pound
Bustin` off shots, headed for the weed spot
On your block bumpin` underground Pac, nigga
Pissy drunk, don`t make me pop the trunk
Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt
so we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin` bitches
Drunken Master on the road to the riches
Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block
Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what you got

[Kurupt
Kurupt`s voice sampled]
I got sixteen mothafuckin` M-16`s
Fifteen nine millimeters with beams
Fifteen mothafuckin` MACK-11`s
and mini-macks too, nigga. Bitch little nigga
Punk mothafucka
B-Bitch little nigga. Punk-
punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga
Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga
Punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga
Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga

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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: Drunken Master f Kurupt - It`s All Your Fault [Kurupt Drunken Master Both] "Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh." "Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh." "You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta Assassin. Numba one." "Drunkenstyle, baby. C`mon." "Huh? It`s like this, homie." We don`t stop. We pop glocks We got nots. We clock knocks I bust shots. I`m raw dog Kurupt`s a hog. O-G for the dogs! "Uh! Uh. It`s like that, ch`all!" "It`s goin` down. Let`s get some freestyle shit in here." "Y-Y-Yeah! It`s like that, nigga." All my gangbangin` homeboys throw it up. I`ma blow it up Make the spot flame. You don`t know my name? I`ma tell ya somethin`, homie. You know the game? I don`t got no strain, no type of stress I protects myself wit` the Smif-to the-Wes Westside, nigga. Rida for life! Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it`s nice Ignite mics, homie. I`m cold as ice and I`m percise like shots at point blank These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked! My homeboy Drunken Master said, `Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust `em Leave that bastard dead, nigga.` So indeed I had to cock my heat Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head I`ma leave `em all dead and you heard what I said Make `em bleed `til they bled, when you see me in red, nigga, best believe I`m bleedin` `cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it`s true, it`s true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga My heart pounds, everybody lay it down You look around. Bustin` everybody on the ground and if you got money, I`m in your pockets. Strip `em off I get it right. Bitches get it off the sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z, and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P Now we don`t stop. We pop glocks "It`s all your fault." We clock knocks. Rock non-stop "No hoe, no salt." You just a bitch and bitches eat dick, also you know that bitches ain`t shit See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime I`m one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C [Drunken Master] Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin` cash wit` Kurupt and Daz It ain`t my fault if I blast on yo` busta ass Drunkenstyle, nigga, time to put it down Professional Chedda Chasers ridin` wit` Tha Dogg Pound Bustin` off shots, headed for the weed spot On your block bumpin` underground Pac, nigga Pissy drunk, don`t make me pop the trunk Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt so we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin` bitches Drunken Master on the road to the riches Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what you got [Kurupt Kurupt`s voice sampled] I got sixteen mothafuckin` M-16`s Fifteen nine millimeters with beams Fifteen mothafuckin` MACK-11`s and mini-macks too, nigga. Bitch little nigga Punk mothafucka B-Bitch little nigga. Punk- punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga Punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни It`s All Your Fault: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/12011.html Все тексты песен: Drunken Master f Kurupt » Drunken Master f Kurupt - Drunkenstyle » Drunken Master f Kurupt - It`s All Your Fault » Drunken Master f Kurupt - Kurupt Freestyle Рекомендуем скачать: » Татьяна Дрыгина - Хранить ли писем выцветший архив... » Татьяна Косарева - Колобок » Тимур Шаов - Аполитичная песня » Танцы Минус - Мы из Ленинграда » Тынис Мяги - Остановите музыку » Т.Повалий - Як тебе не любити, Києве мій » Таня Буланова - Я дела свои заброшу (мама) » Татьяна Буланова - "Да" это "нет" » Тексты песен и аккорды - All of Lyrics / Поисковая система текстов песен All of Lyrics » Таня Буланова - Золотая пора » Татьяна Шехтман - Колыбельная издалека » Тату - How Soon is Now ? » Татьяна Буланова - Ты не любила » Таня Буланова - Грива красного коня » Тату - Я не глотаю » Татьяна Буланова - Странные встречи » Тамара Гвердцители - Шанс » Т.Овсиенко - Где-то » Т.Овсиенко - Надо влюбиться » Таня Буланова - Раба любви
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