Текст (слова) песни: Doug E. Fresh f Illaquoin, K-Superior, M - Play

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* please submit corrections for Vigilante`s patois chatta

[Doug E. Fresh]
Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c`mon
(YEAHHH!)

[Vigilante]
Lawd have mercy, just gotta say
When me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y`all tie ya shoes

[Illaquoin]
Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoy
The new man convoy
You can`t represent with the tec the way I represent
with the technique I keep a presidential suite
in every convent, you can`t speak or comment
When I bone the freak-ass nuns, your real mind went
(?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamond
Rhymin.. like I`m runnin out of time and
the next nigga to move, the next nigga to lose
I leave `em seein backwards like that nigga Tom Cruise
Dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X it
ain`t hard to tell I eat that ass and that`s perceptive
I don`t need no token to turn-styles
I`m rockwild, lady find your seat and get the fuck out the aisle!

[K-Superior]
Raise `em up from the dead, raise `em up and I`ll
kill `em again if you`re not my friend you feel my hot mac-10
Not my nine or my eight, five six seven
But my mac-11, will have you "All the Way to Heaven"
Keepin it real with the man, who made "La Di Da Di"
Like Chaka Khan, nigga it`s on, huh
Cause ain`t nobody.. gonna crush you bet-ter
Get naked for the record!
The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment
Your style couldn`t see me if it had a damn appointment
Rags to riches, snitches get stitches
Call Mr. Planters cause I`m nuts about beaitches
I`m a rapper baby, so don`t trap with me a cabbage
Now I`m outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage

[Mansone Batez]
Aiyyo (?), Branson, last name Mansone
Bullshit nigs on your style I be dancin
Ever told the glory, days of fat hit
Nigs drop one single but really ain`t shit
Bronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumped
Heads`ll get together some real shit from the Bronx
Ninety-four years before you see (?) Brown
Maintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdown
Next on your strap, Todd Black be the style
A straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a pound
Men-tal meltdown to any contender
Not to be hard, but watch your brain I`ma injure

[Vigilante]
Murrr-dahhh!
When me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y`all tie ya ..
The dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherry
Blood brain to run just like a strawberry
Tear up in a baka me ready fi kill Satan
Who got tec-9 give me de mac-11
De bigger ya come, is for y`all die ya stumble
Gone and nome y`all me not a no fun crumble
Pop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankle
It`s like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicle
Turn me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y`all tie ya shoes

[Doug E. Fresh]
Yeah, move it up, pump it up

[The Diggy Dime]
Yeah, check it out, aiyyo
Bust how, the way that I be flowin is a omen
cause I leave shit glowin, as if I was the golden
And I`m smokin, boots like a loose Newport
I rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sport
And I`m powered, by herb from Uptown, I emerge
Pack more action than the mentally disturbed

[Doug E. Fresh]
Yo! Yo! Aiyyo!
Here ye here ye, class is in session
For those in this profession, it`s time to choose your weapons
Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape
You can`t escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh!
Faster than a speeding bullet, nigga pull it
And one single bound for the nine-nine-pound
Just like a train it`s comin strictly underground
Peace to my brother Tupac and all my niggaz locked down..

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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: Doug E. Fresh f Illaquoin, K-Superior, M - Play Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * * please submit corrections for Vigilante`s patois chatta [Doug E. Fresh] Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c`mon (YEAHHH!) [Vigilante] Lawd have mercy, just gotta say When me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y`all tie ya shoes [Illaquoin] Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoy The new man convoy You can`t represent with the tec the way I represent with the technique I keep a presidential suite in every convent, you can`t speak or comment When I bone the freak-ass nuns, your real mind went (?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamond Rhymin.. like I`m runnin out of time and the next nigga to move, the next nigga to lose I leave `em seein backwards like that nigga Tom Cruise Dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X it ain`t hard to tell I eat that ass and that`s perceptive I don`t need no token to turn-styles I`m rockwild, lady find your seat and get the fuck out the aisle! [K-Superior] Raise `em up from the dead, raise `em up and I`ll kill `em again if you`re not my friend you feel my hot mac-10 Not my nine or my eight, five six seven But my mac-11, will have you "All the Way to Heaven" Keepin it real with the man, who made "La Di Da Di" Like Chaka Khan, nigga it`s on, huh Cause ain`t nobody.. gonna crush you bet-ter Get naked for the record! The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment Your style couldn`t see me if it had a damn appointment Rags to riches, snitches get stitches Call Mr. Planters cause I`m nuts about beaitches I`m a rapper baby, so don`t trap with me a cabbage Now I`m outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage [Mansone Batez] Aiyyo (?), Branson, last name Mansone Bullshit nigs on your style I be dancin Ever told the glory, days of fat hit Nigs drop one single but really ain`t shit Bronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumped Heads`ll get together some real shit from the Bronx Ninety-four years before you see (?) Brown Maintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdown Next on your strap, Todd Black be the style A straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a pound Men-tal meltdown to any contender Not to be hard, but watch your brain I`ma injure [Vigilante] Murrr-dahhh! When me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y`all tie ya .. The dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherry Blood brain to run just like a strawberry Tear up in a baka me ready fi kill Satan Who got tec-9 give me de mac-11 De bigger ya come, is for y`all die ya stumble Gone and nome y`all me not a no fun crumble Pop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankle It`s like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicle Turn me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y`all tie ya shoes [Doug E. Fresh] Yeah, move it up, pump it up [The Diggy Dime] Yeah, check it out, aiyyo Bust how, the way that I be flowin is a omen cause I leave shit glowin, as if I was the golden And I`m smokin, boots like a loose Newport I rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sport And I`m powered, by herb from Uptown, I emerge Pack more action than the mentally disturbed [Doug E. Fresh] Yo! Yo! Aiyyo! Here ye here ye, class is in session For those in this profession, it`s time to choose your weapons Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape You can`t escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh! Faster than a speeding bullet, nigga pull it And one single bound for the nine-nine-pound Just like a train it`s comin strictly underground Peace to my brother Tupac and all my niggaz locked down.. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Play: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/14313.html Все тексты песен: Doug E. Fresh f Illaquoin, K-Superior, M » Doug E. 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