Текст (слова) песни: Drunken Master f Bugsy, Redman, Ol` Dirt - Urban Legends

[Sample from `Belly`]
"Hey dog, there them fools go right there!"
"Yeah, they-they rollin` hard too- They-they slangin` real good
Real good"
"I might have to drop `em
Might have to drop a dime on them niggas
Know-what-I`m-sayin`? I don`t like that shit
I don`t like that shit"

[Drunken Master]
"Throw it up
Throw it up, nigga
Wha-what-what?
Yo, y-yo, yo!"

Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Drunken Mast` about to get my money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right

I`m comin` through in the clutch like my name was Jerry West
wit` a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West
("What `chu doin`?") Ballin` as I mash through these city streets
Still fifty niggaz deep, packin` heat! ("What `chu ridin`?")
`99, chrome kitted Escalade ("What `chu doin`?")
Gettin` paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade ("What you called?")
Urban legend, situation sticky
Fuck you niggas if you niggas ain`t wit` me ("Where you goin`?")
To the bank then I`m headed to `Lac ("Why?")
To blaze a sack wit` them niggas who got my back ("Who is that?")
Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T`s ("And what they doin`?")
Makin` G`s wit` they mind on they chedda cheese ("And what you got?")
Extra clips for them playa hatin` snitches ("Why they hatin`?")
`Cause Drunken Master`s on the road to the riches ("What you gon` do?")
Rush they spot and give `em two to the dome ("Why?")
`Cause Daddy`s home, about to get my grind on

Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right

[Bugsy]
You wanna bring the ruckus? Fuck it, then we can
If you`s a G nigga, then I`m at least a hunded grand
Damn- That`s a whole lot missin`
and what`s this `bout a competiton wit` all this bullshit you pissin`
in the ocean? Damn, your little ass really must be smokin`
Hopin` that I won`t say that much and hit you wit` the camal clutch
Nah, what the fuck? I`m on some ill shit for real
and talkin` to me like that, nigga, `ll get your family killed
But you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the trigga
and I`ll have to lie and blame it on one of your hoe-ass niggas, like
they was smokin` Swishers when I stepped on the scene- This
one nigga looked mean and stuck me up for all my green
And all I seen was you bust up wit` the gun
and all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1
And by the time I`m done, nigga, you be deep up in some shit
and I`ll be somewhere, nigga, deep up in your bitch
So before you pick the wrong fat nigga to fuck wit`,
you better call your clique up,
y`all niggas is plannin` some tough shit
Some mo` rough shit, some mo` thirty-eight snuff shit
But I`ma bust shit like `Back the fuck up, you dumb bitch!`
Not one clique? You better be for real
That`s like bein` blindfolded in the middle of a mine field
Now y`all chill and we can make it pop
Urban legends, nigga, holla at me when the album drops

[Drunken Master]
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin`
Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin`
Brick city, steerin` wheel hurtin`
Prepare y`all fast cars for lane mergin`
Hasta manana, y`all crash like Diana, cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta,
rockin` P.P.P. Bandanas while we fuck `em on camera
It be too late to plant bait for my clique to fall
We plant boobie-traps and pit-falls and thick fog
When I tee, L.A. rock- It`s yours!
Websites couldnn`t find a force wit` Macintosh
on John Walsh- America`s Most,
aimin` for spots to put more than a tear in ya coat
I back more hoes than Coach- Thanksgivin`, Doc,
the forty-second street float wit` most hip-hop folks
I`m unemployed wit` courderoy gloves
Through the voice di-rectly to chest, knock ya down like The Waterboy
Me and Meth-Tical, PLURAL!
We rob everything and set on mag ZER-O!
Mothafuckas feel me- Top of the line,
feel me- Knock the Soul Train off the track
and I`m milky like titties and Similac
when I ask you `Bring it on back`!

[Drunken Master]
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right

[Redman]
"So don`t test me and my man Drunken Master
Put one in your ass faster
And I`ma drop wit` my man
Brick City, `cause we all kickin` ass `til niggas` shitty
Yeah, Young Zee and everybody run, dog
Brick City, holdin` it down
Don`t like it, get you some balls
And my man Chris Webber gettin` smoked the fuck out, FUCK Y`ALL!"

[Music stops to Ol` Dirty Bastard talking on a phone]
"Yo. Yo, check this shit out, man
It`s the Dirt Dog, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`?
Keepin` it real, man, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`?
Dirty don`t give a fuck about nobody, know-what-I`m-sayin`?
Only roll wit` REAL niggas, know-what-I`m-sayin`?
All them faggot-ass niggas that wanna keep playin` that shit,
keep playin` that song?!
Let me tell you somethin` `bout my real nigga, the Drunken Master
Niggas get busy
Niggas get busy for one cause!
EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SUCK MY MOTHAFUCKIN` DICK!"

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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 Bugsy, Redman, Ol` Dirt - Urban Legends [Sample from `Belly`] "Hey dog, there them fools go right there!" "Yeah, they-they rollin` hard too- They-they slangin` real good Real good" "I might have to drop `em Might have to drop a dime on them niggas Know-what-I`m-sayin`? I don`t like that shit I don`t like that shit" [Drunken Master] "Throw it up Throw it up, nigga Wha-what-what? Yo, y-yo, yo!" Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Drunken Mast` about to get my money right Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right I`m comin` through in the clutch like my name was Jerry West wit` a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West ("What `chu doin`?") Ballin` as I mash through these city streets Still fifty niggaz deep, packin` heat! ("What `chu ridin`?") `99, chrome kitted Escalade ("What `chu doin`?") Gettin` paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade ("What you called?") Urban legend, situation sticky Fuck you niggas if you niggas ain`t wit` me ("Where you goin`?") To the bank then I`m headed to `Lac ("Why?") To blaze a sack wit` them niggas who got my back ("Who is that?") Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T`s ("And what they doin`?") Makin` G`s wit` they mind on they chedda cheese ("And what you got?") Extra clips for them playa hatin` snitches ("Why they hatin`?") `Cause Drunken Master`s on the road to the riches ("What you gon` do?") Rush they spot and give `em two to the dome ("Why?") `Cause Daddy`s home, about to get my grind on Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right [Bugsy] You wanna bring the ruckus? Fuck it, then we can If you`s a G nigga, then I`m at least a hunded grand Damn- That`s a whole lot missin` and what`s this `bout a competiton wit` all this bullshit you pissin` in the ocean? Damn, your little ass really must be smokin` Hopin` that I won`t say that much and hit you wit` the camal clutch Nah, what the fuck? I`m on some ill shit for real and talkin` to me like that, nigga, `ll get your family killed But you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the trigga and I`ll have to lie and blame it on one of your hoe-ass niggas, like they was smokin` Swishers when I stepped on the scene- This one nigga looked mean and stuck me up for all my green And all I seen was you bust up wit` the gun and all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1 And by the time I`m done, nigga, you be deep up in some shit and I`ll be somewhere, nigga, deep up in your bitch So before you pick the wrong fat nigga to fuck wit`, you better call your clique up, y`all niggas is plannin` some tough shit Some mo` rough shit, some mo` thirty-eight snuff shit But I`ma bust shit like `Back the fuck up, you dumb bitch!` Not one clique? You better be for real That`s like bein` blindfolded in the middle of a mine field Now y`all chill and we can make it pop Urban legends, nigga, holla at me when the album drops [Drunken Master] Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right [Redman] Yo, yo, yo Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin` Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin` Brick city, steerin` wheel hurtin` Prepare y`all fast cars for lane mergin` Hasta manana, y`all crash like Diana, cock block into gramma Got cock in Atlanta, rockin` P.P.P. Bandanas while we fuck `em on camera It be too late to plant bait for my clique to fall We plant boobie-traps and pit-falls and thick fog When I tee, L.A. rock- It`s yours! Websites couldnn`t find a force wit` Macintosh on John Walsh- America`s Most, aimin` for spots to put more than a tear in ya coat I back more hoes than Coach- Thanksgivin`, Doc, the forty-second street float wit` most hip-hop folks I`m unemployed wit` courderoy gloves Through the voice di-rectly to chest, knock ya down like The Waterboy Me and Meth-Tical, PLURAL! We rob everything and set on mag ZER-O! Mothafuckas feel me- Top of the line, feel me- Knock the Soul Train off the track and I`m milky like titties and Similac when I ask you `Bring it on back`! [Drunken Master] Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right [Redman] "So don`t test me and my man Drunken Master Put one in your ass faster And I`ma drop wit` my man Brick City, `cause we all kickin` ass `til niggas` shitty Yeah, Young Zee and everybody run, dog Brick City, holdin` it down Don`t like it, get you some balls And my man Chris Webber gettin` smoked the fuck out, FUCK Y`ALL!" [Music stops to Ol` Dirty Bastard talking on a phone] "Yo. Yo, check this shit out, man It`s the Dirt Dog, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? Keepin` it real, man, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? Dirty don`t give a fuck about nobody, know-what-I`m-sayin`? Only roll wit` REAL niggas, know-what-I`m-sayin`? All them faggot-ass niggas that wanna keep playin` that shit, keep playin` that song?! Let me tell you somethin` `bout my real nigga, the Drunken Master Niggas get busy Niggas get busy for one cause! EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SUCK MY MOTHAFUCKIN` DICK!" Нравится песня? 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