Текст (слова) песни: Kurupt, Phats Bossi, R.O.C. - Big Momma`s House (OST)

[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I`m your radio)
It`s a brand new day
Whatchu say baby?
You wanna get down?
You gotta get up
And I`m your wake-up man
The Gargamill is in your ear
Rappin` in your ear
On WBALL (Balls)
It`s not on your radios
Your radio is not really on
If it`s too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on)

[Phats Bossi]
Who`s the misfit stompin` through your district?
Who`s the man coming fully equipt? Who`s the shit?
Who be the head-honcho? Hit `em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I`m the man
The man`ll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain`t nobody bustin` liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper
Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker
What`s next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks
You likin` this shit? You ain`t seen nothing yet
The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues
Politicin` with the Presidents and VPs
See me on TV sippin` keyed weed or on your local sippin` DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I`m way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo

1- I`m your radio (Turn me on)
We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
State to state, we jumpin` through your soundwaves
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
I`m on your radio, stay gettin` crazy dough
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
That`s cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate

[Kurupt]
Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don`t play no games
Feelin` Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I`m your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy
Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies
Listenin` to Gotti at five
I`ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls
Young balls hog; a millon words a minute
A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_
Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump
And we gon` hit them in they head when we touch `em up
If these fools wanna trip, we gon` light `em up
Cuz we just don`t give a mother-switch up
or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at
Catch me in a Cut`, in a `Lac with a dub sack
What up ROC?

Repeat 1

[R.O.C.]
I got next (Why you?) cuz I`ll be next
The name ain`t debate when they conversate the best
Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya)
I tuck haters in for life; so when you`re bumpin` to the Man upstairs
Then tell him something (What?)
I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer
No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains
Won`t ever change a thing or the slang I bring
I`m from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot `em?"
Partna, what`s poppin`, rock cockin`, double glock
And who`s droppin`? Hip-hoppin` non-stoppin` on your radio
Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah)
My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh)
I suggest you adjust your vest position
Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin`
And got Tha Pound barkin` G talkin`, get your walk on
I`m on your radio

Repeat 1

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who`s speaking?!

[RZA]
Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106
But everyone know me as the RZA "I`m Your Radio"
I get calls from Jamaica that say that`s bangin`
Let me hear that heater go!

[Radio DJ]
Thank you!

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]

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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: Kurupt, Phats Bossi, R.O.C. - Big Momma`s House (OST) [Radio DJ] Hey DJ (I`m your radio) It`s a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I`m your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin` in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It`s not on your radios Your radio is not really on If it`s too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on) [Phats Bossi] Who`s the misfit stompin` through your district? Who`s the man coming fully equipt? Who`s the shit? Who be the head-honcho? Hit `em low like Roberto Go blow-for-blow; I`m the man The man`ll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser Ain`t nobody bustin` liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker What`s next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks You likin` this shit? You ain`t seen nothing yet The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues Politicin` with the Presidents and VPs See me on TV sippin` keyed weed or on your local sippin` DP Regime be the team of the scream Balls lean, hit the scene and I`m way too clean On your radio, yo, yo 1- I`m your radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I`m your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin` through your soundwaves I`m your radio (Turn me on) I`m on your radio, stay gettin` crazy dough I`m your radio (Turn me on) That`s cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate [Kurupt] Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don`t play no games Feelin` Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_ I`m your radio baby in stereo baby G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies Listenin` to Gotti at five I`ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls Young balls hog; a millon words a minute A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_ Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump And we gon` hit them in they head when we touch `em up If these fools wanna trip, we gon` light `em up Cuz we just don`t give a mother-switch up or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at Catch me in a Cut`, in a `Lac with a dub sack What up ROC? Repeat 1 [R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I`ll be next The name ain`t debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya) I tuck haters in for life; so when you`re bumpin` to the Man upstairs Then tell him something (What?) I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains Won`t ever change a thing or the slang I bring I`m from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot `em?" Partna, what`s poppin`, rock cockin`, double glock And who`s droppin`? Hip-hoppin` non-stoppin` on your radio Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah) My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh) I suggest you adjust your vest position Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin` And got Tha Pound barkin` G talkin`, get your walk on I`m on your radio Repeat 1 Phone rings [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who`s speaking?! [RZA] Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106 But everyone know me as the RZA "I`m Your Radio" I get calls from Jamaica that say that`s bangin` Let me hear that heater go! [Radio DJ] Thank you! Phone rings [Radio DJ] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Big Momma`s House (OST): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7028.html Все тексты песен: Kurupt, Phats Bossi, R.O.C. » Kurupt, Phats Bossi, R.O.C. - Big Momma`s House (OST) » Kurupt, Phats Bossi, R.O.C. - Radio Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Высоцкий - В плен » Владимир Береснев - Любовь » Владимир Муромцев - Вокруг дождя » Вячеслав Добрынин - Твой взгляд » Владимир Асмолов - Скука » Владимир Праслов - Молитва » Ва-БанкЪ - Эльдорадо » Владимир Высоцкий - Туман » Владимир Борзов - Прошлогодний снег » Владимир Высоцкий - Песенка про Мэри-Энн » Валерия - Золотая рыбка » Вадим Казаченко - Белый парусник » Высоцкий Владимир - МОЯ ЦЫГАНСКАЯ » Вероника Долина - К детям » Владимир Розенбаум - Зуб мудрости » Владимир Береснев - Человек в сумасшедшем доме... » Вадим Стройкин - На дорогу » Виктор Третьяков - Уличный вальс » Владимир Высоцкий - Тот, который не стрелял » Владимир Кузьмин - Ливень
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