Текст (слова) песни: D-12 - Bring Our Boys

[iq]

Your fakeness is atrocious

Post is deep in your hypnosis

Then focus

Roll this

And smoke this

Like ls

Of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells

A hiphop refugee like praswell

Travelin citys

Pimpin babblin biddys

Game trump tight and solidified

Comupterized

To get rid of spies

Know what I do to guys

Shootin and spittin lies

Im banished in exisdence

Vanishin any instences

Brandishin sentences

Proovin repentences

The only way to see me, dont miss these

Me and my crew smoke so many trees that

I piss leaves

Never _my bitch please

But keep smokin my system, roll blunts its all tight

On an off night

I still smoke like exaust pipes

And bust a universal flow

And blow your wig back like niggas with toupes

Drivin a convertable

And further more

I run the board

Your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce

Back with a bungee cord

[chorus]

Bring your boys in

We can bring the noise in

You dont wanna fuck with dirty dozen

[repeat 4 times]

[bizarre]

My crew is like a maze

Put fear like ex-slaves

Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave

Dozen always startin the fuckin beef

I dont care if your from kansas Im killin the fuckin chief

Back the fuck up Im releasin my dumb-dumbs

Tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1

Im the star

That they call bizarre

Smokin blunts with mel far (? ? )

In my brand new car

_wanna see me

Even if I was in arizona Id still request iced tea

Bizarre dont give a shit about you

On top of the mountain aint nothin your bitch-ass crew

Can do

Sick emcee that they call peter

Treat your crew like an unexpected meter

Reader

Fuckin more shit than howard corsell

Butt-fuckin jassabells

In nasty hotels

[chorus]

[proof]

How you think your crew sound compared to this

Its the team that your entire clique scared to diss

Demandin attention when the glock sound

Yall niggas to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock down

Im brown like bobby, pullin hoes like whitney

Take your title, kill your moms so you wont forget me

Lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots

Whoever fronts is gettin done like micheal jordans pops

Sure Im number one translator my fame dirty d

Yall niggas gettin hung like this was 1933

Got word of me

Now flee

Cause you dont got a chance

Death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance

So look away

Dont play

With the style master

I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture

Lyrically Im sick, ill everything but sober

My nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over

[eminem]

Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha

Ripped the ass right out ya pants like a dovermin pincha

Like the cobra and ninja

My intentions to injure

And prevent ya

From enterin from the edge of my center

Or get your muthafuckin pants split at the creases

Fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases

My duty is to keep a strange abard (? ? )

I guard my sector like a saint bernard

And this aint the yard

Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger

Droppin your whole clique with one finger

Til none linger

Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of great danes

Chargin like freight trains

Through the great plains

[chorus]

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» D-12 - My Band
» D-12 - Barbershop
» D-12 - Searchin
» D-12 - No One`s Iller Than Me
» D-12 - Shit Can Happen
» D-12 - 6 Reasons
» D-12 - Trife Thieves
» D-12 - Purple Hills *
» D-12 - Fuck Ajaye
» D-12 - Just Like U
» D-12 - Fight Music
» D-12 - Activity As Phuctivity
» D-12 - 911
» D-12 - What What (featuring Da Brigade)
» D-12 - Fuck Battlin
» D-12 - Chance To Advance
» D-12 - Filthy
» D-12 - Derelict Theme
» D-12 - Commercial Break


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: D-12 - Bring Our Boys [iq] Your fakeness is atrocious Post is deep in your hypnosis Then focus Roll this And smoke this Like ls Of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells A hiphop refugee like praswell Travelin citys Pimpin babblin biddys Game trump tight and solidified Comupterized To get rid of spies Know what I do to guys Shootin and spittin lies Im banished in exisdence Vanishin any instences Brandishin sentences Proovin repentences The only way to see me, dont miss these Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves Never _my bitch please But keep smokin my system, roll blunts its all tight On an off night I still smoke like exaust pipes And bust a universal flow And blow your wig back like niggas with toupes Drivin a convertable And further more I run the board Your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce Back with a bungee cord [chorus] Bring your boys in We can bring the noise in You dont wanna fuck with dirty dozen [repeat 4 times] [bizarre] My crew is like a maze Put fear like ex-slaves Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave Dozen always startin the fuckin beef I dont care if your from kansas Im killin the fuckin chief Back the fuck up Im releasin my dumb-dumbs Tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1 Im the star That they call bizarre Smokin blunts with mel far (? ? ) In my brand new car _wanna see me Even if I was in arizona Id still request iced tea Bizarre dont give a shit about you On top of the mountain aint nothin your bitch-ass crew Can do Sick emcee that they call peter Treat your crew like an unexpected meter Reader Fuckin more shit than howard corsell Butt-fuckin jassabells In nasty hotels [chorus] [proof] How you think your crew sound compared to this Its the team that your entire clique scared to diss Demandin attention when the glock sound Yall niggas to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock down Im brown like bobby, pullin hoes like whitney Take your title, kill your moms so you wont forget me Lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots Whoever fronts is gettin done like micheal jordans pops Sure Im number one translator my fame dirty d Yall niggas gettin hung like this was 1933 Got word of me Now flee Cause you dont got a chance Death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance So look away Dont play With the style master I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture Lyrically Im sick, ill everything but sober My nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over [eminem] Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha Ripped the ass right out ya pants like a dovermin pincha Like the cobra and ninja My intentions to injure And prevent ya From enterin from the edge of my center Or get your muthafuckin pants split at the creases Fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases My duty is to keep a strange abard (? ? ) I guard my sector like a saint bernard And this aint the yard Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger Droppin your whole clique with one finger Til none linger Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of great danes Chargin like freight trains Through the great plains [chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bring Our Boys: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/5144.html Все тексты песен: D-12 » D-12 - 40 Oz. » D-12 - My Band » D-12 - Barbershop » D-12 - Searchin » D-12 - No One`s Iller Than Me » D-12 - Shit Can Happen » D-12 - 6 Reasons » D-12 - Trife Thieves » D-12 - Purple Hills * » D-12 - Fuck Ajaye » D-12 - Just Like U » D-12 - Fight Music » D-12 - Activity As Phuctivity » D-12 - 911 » D-12 - What What (featuring Da Brigade) » D-12 - Fuck Battlin » D-12 - Chance To Advance » D-12 - Filthy » D-12 - Derelict Theme » D-12 - Commercial Break Рекомендуем скачать: » с аккордами Валерий Сюткин, Браво - Страна цветов » с аккордами Андрей Лобанов - Гостям города » Светлана Мель - Вы слышите?.. » с аккордами Ракетобиль - Никодим » с аккордами Александр Розенбаум - Я часто просыпаюсь в тишине » с аккордами Алиса, Константин Кинчев - Все это рок-н-ролл » с аккордами Фидошные песни - Про програмера » с аккордами Сектор Газа - Взял вину на себя » Сергей Смирнов - Правильный марш » Сергеев Леонид - Дом на краю земли... » Сергей Никитин, Дмитрий Сухарев - Письмо » с аккордами Александр Розенбаум - Предрассветный вальс » с аккордами Сплин - Мотоциклетная цепь » Сегодня ночью - Не надо » с аккордами Владимир Асмолов - Я люблю тебя, когда ты далеко » с аккордами Дмитрий Кузьмин, Черный Лукич - Мы идем в тишине » с аккордами Чайф - Неохота » с аккордами Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Три царя » Сергей Крылов - Все, что было, то прошло... » с аккордами Земфира - Досвиданья
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