Текст (слова) песни: Dred Scott f Da Grinch - Can`t Hold It Back

[Dred Scott]
I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can`t hold it back, inside the mind
Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time

BANG, set it, off with the funk
When I`m on the mic kid don`t pop junk
Cause then I come at you, just like Thriller
You`re like the milk and I`m the serial/cereal, KILLA
that`ll take your mic and your track and pimp it
Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
Don`t come around here with the wack flow
I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow
Aww shit! Now it gets scarier
Timbaland boots to your genital area
Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
Nah punk I won`t take the gat out your mouth
Oh, no, aim for you chest
Bang! I`m on you like a full court press
You can`t get the mic `cross the half court line
Try to concentrate but you`re LOSING YOUR MIND!
NON-STOP SHIT, I`m in like Flynn
Don`t interrupt, naw kid you can`t win!
The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
you get free parking in the handicapped zone
and a bro-ken back, I don`t care
Then I put a `boot` on your fucking wheelchair

I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can`t hold it back, inside the mind
Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!

I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow but they don`t know how
Niggaz don`t know about stayin up late
While I was in my room kid you was on a date
Voice got hoarse, but I didn`t quit
Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit!
Now folks from the old days wanna call
But I ain`t a star so I know I won`t fall
Then it gets worse, when the blood boil
Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil
Royal ? here to rock a new riddle
School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle
Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though
Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol
for the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness
The punk over there better mind his own business

I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can`t hold it back, inside the mind
Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!

[Da Grinch]
No I can`t hold it back, representin I.Y.
And I don`t WHY niggaz try cause they die
Everytime I see a fuckin stop sign get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease
I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees
Another emcee wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and fuckin crazy
My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn`t trade me in
for another, word life to your mother
Instead of using dope kid I`d rather use butter
to ex-plain the flav` with the track the Dred made
Shit is on the real all the herbs get slayed now
Taste my freshness, it`s good and you can bet this
rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
Tell you in your fuckin face to go to H-E-L-L
That`s Hell if you know how to spell
I put my foot up yo` ass and don`t you try to rebel
With both anchors I`m good to please like hold em
Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum
and kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it
Your rhymes ain`t shit so, go ahead and taste it
but not with a crazy straw cause now you`re my little whore
Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated
Don`t talk I`m on the hawk, Moonwalk nigga Beat It
But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve
Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive
a broken neck, I`m OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck
Here`s the broom and just sweep the deck
You can`t hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas
And what that means is, you don`t have the gift
Now why you wanna riff cause I`m lightin up the spliff
to get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty
Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty
I used to the work, the niggaz called it dirt
At times I`d get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I`D GO BEZERK
It`s Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it`s fat
Don`t know how to act, yo we can`t hold it back
Break it down, break it break it down LIKE THIS...

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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: Dred Scott f Da Grinch - Can`t Hold It Back [Dred Scott] I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme Can`t hold it back, inside the mind Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time BANG, set it, off with the funk When I`m on the mic kid don`t pop junk Cause then I come at you, just like Thriller You`re like the milk and I`m the serial/cereal, KILLA that`ll take your mic and your track and pimp it Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit Don`t come around here with the wack flow I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow Aww shit! Now it gets scarier Timbaland boots to your genital area Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South Nah punk I won`t take the gat out your mouth Oh, no, aim for you chest Bang! I`m on you like a full court press You can`t get the mic `cross the half court line Try to concentrate but you`re LOSING YOUR MIND! NON-STOP SHIT, I`m in like Flynn Don`t interrupt, naw kid you can`t win! The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone; you get free parking in the handicapped zone and a bro-ken back, I don`t care Then I put a `boot` on your fucking wheelchair I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme Can`t hold it back, inside the mind Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!! I gotta get mine in the here and the now Brothers wanna flow but they don`t know how Niggaz don`t know about stayin up late While I was in my room kid you was on a date Voice got hoarse, but I didn`t quit Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit! Now folks from the old days wanna call But I ain`t a star so I know I won`t fall Then it gets worse, when the blood boil Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil Royal ? here to rock a new riddle School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol for the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness The punk over there better mind his own business I can`t hold it back, lookin for the line Can`t hold it back, search for the rhyme Can`t hold it back, inside the mind Can`t hold it back now you runnin out of time!! [Da Grinch] No I can`t hold it back, representin I.Y. And I don`t WHY niggaz try cause they die Everytime I see a fuckin stop sign get stressed Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees Another emcee wanna test with the game I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and fuckin crazy My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn`t trade me in for another, word life to your mother Instead of using dope kid I`d rather use butter to ex-plain the flav` with the track the Dred made Shit is on the real all the herbs get slayed now Taste my freshness, it`s good and you can bet this rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this micraphone, a kid and a whore as well Tell you in your fuckin face to go to H-E-L-L That`s Hell if you know how to spell I put my foot up yo` ass and don`t you try to rebel With both anchors I`m good to please like hold em Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum and kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it Your rhymes ain`t shit so, go ahead and taste it but not with a crazy straw cause now you`re my little whore Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated Don`t talk I`m on the hawk, Moonwalk nigga Beat It But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive a broken neck, I`m OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck Here`s the broom and just sweep the deck You can`t hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas And what that means is, you don`t have the gift Now why you wanna riff cause I`m lightin up the spliff to get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty I used to the work, the niggaz called it dirt At times I`d get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I`D GO BEZERK It`s Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it`s fat Don`t know how to act, yo we can`t hold it back Break it down, break it break it down LIKE THIS... 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