Текст (слова) песни: Kurupt f Patacico, Slop - No Feelings

Hook:

Nigga I ain`t got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

Nigga I ain`t got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

Verse 1: Slop & Patacico

Dustin` you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin` me ya dead like presidents
I`m Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth,
Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I`m king like Kurupt,
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don`t yo ass is outta luck
Don`t fuck, wid the masta,
If I have to, the I`ll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this
Me and the mic`s tight like
Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six,
Yo style`s wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin` Jersey my raps hittin` harder than bricks

[Patacico]

I`m iller, realer,
Than ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa,
Meet the nine milla,
Lettin` off,
Where I stop you gettin` off,
Make you feel it juts like Latifah`s kiss in Set It Off
You want war come on,
Put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the canvas
Cause I draw blood,
That`s what`s up,
Wid the shit I manouver
Hit the losers wid a Luger
Than lay up in Aruba
I`m gon` be rappin` till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic,
I`m sicker than ten niggas wid HIV,
Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin` heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me though?

Hook

Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt

My name is Stephen
I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you skeezin` I`m pleasin`
Those who dare,
I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare
I declare war before I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore,
I`m runnin` the floor, like a ballerina,
I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get honies to make you say "You seen her?"

[Patacico]

I`m pregnant, but only in my mind
Hopin` my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs
Charismatic asthmatic, ballin` like Madden,
Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet
Speedin` like car racin`,
Cream like carnation,
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin`,
Hey old lady, sorry`s all I can say
By bills got me lookin` at pocket books, in a different way,
Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o
I`m in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin` 64 Nintendo

[Kurupt]

Get peeled, skills in the fields
Raw dog raw deals,
Niggas either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin` states and flippin` crates
Get lift like weights,
Bust and radiate spreadin` infections
Murderous mafia connections
I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin` start ampin` out,
Hittin` wid autos campin` out,
Wid autos innovative calculative creative
Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin` but cash to get stuck up
Man them diamonds y`all got is nice, hot
Never seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that`s got behind the scenes
Sellin` glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines, zines.......

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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 f Patacico, Slop - No Feelings Hook: Nigga I ain`t got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Nigga I ain`t got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Verse 1: Slop & Patacico Dustin` you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battlin` me ya dead like presidents I`m Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff The man just like Meth, Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def Wid a pen I`m king like Kurupt, When I throw a style you betta duck If you don`t yo ass is outta luck Don`t fuck, wid the masta, If I have to, the I`ll blast ya Then go to church to see my pastor Why ya have to be like this Me and the mic`s tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips This year my son turned six, Yo style`s wack and you need to get that shit fixed Representin` Jersey my raps hittin` harder than bricks [Patacico] I`m iller, realer, Than ya local drug dealer Come to my villa, Meet the nine milla, Lettin` off, Where I stop you gettin` off, Make you feel it juts like Latifah`s kiss in Set It Off You want war come on, Put on the boxing gloves People call me an artist in the canvas Cause I draw blood, That`s what`s up, Wid the shit I manouver Hit the losers wid a Luger Than lay up in Aruba I`m gon` be rappin` till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic, I`m sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako Holdin` heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe You hear me though? Hook Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt My name is Stephen I eat MCs for no apparent reason It in you if you skeezin` I`m pleasin` Those who dare, I advise you not to stare You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare I declare war before I had to even the score You got me hot like sand on the shore, I`m runnin` the floor, like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina I get honies to make you say "You seen her?" [Patacico] I`m pregnant, but only in my mind Hopin` my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album I fell on, using the steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin` like Madden, Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet Speedin` like car racin`, Cream like carnation, Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin`, Hey old lady, sorry`s all I can say By bills got me lookin` at pocket books, in a different way, Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o I`m in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin` 64 Nintendo [Kurupt] Get peeled, skills in the fields Raw dog raw deals, Niggas either ill, fake or real Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights Ride as the niggas turnin` states and flippin` crates Get lift like weights, Bust and radiate spreadin` infections Murderous mafia connections I wanna feel touched like feelings Start drillin` start ampin` out, Hittin` wid autos campin` out, Wid autos innovative calculative creative Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up You on the Ave wid nuthin` but cash to get stuck up Man them diamonds y`all got is nice, hot Never seen cowards wid so much ice I got blocks to get all that`s got behind the scenes Sellin` glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines Zines, zines, zines....... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни No Feelings: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7612.html Все тексты песен: Kurupt f Patacico, Slop » Kurupt f Patacico, Slop - No Feelings » Kurupt f Patacico, Slop - Kuruption (Disc Two) Рекомендуем скачать: » Сергей Мирошниченко - Вечный вдох » Светлана Мель - Ты положил звезду мне на ладонь... » с аккордами Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Я » с аккордами Сектор Газа - Если бы » с аккордами Владимир Ланцберг - Алые паруса » Сектор Газа - Свидание » с аккордами Танцы Минус - Гоpод-Сказка » Секрет, Максим Леонидов - Иди домой » с аккордами Аукцыон - Деньги это бумага » с аккордами Олег Митяев - Мама » Светлана Мель - Эхо » Самоцветы - На земле живет любовь » с аккордами Визбор Юрий - Если изумрудную долину » с аккордами Жуки - Батарейка » Сергей Арно - Я то верю в себя, то не верю... » с аккордами Кино, Виктор Цой - Красно-желтые дни » с аккордами Лицей - Домашний арест » с аккордами Игорь Саркисов - Ветер чужбины » Сергей Вальков - Над палаточным лагерем пьяный закат... » С.Павлиашвили - Ждет тебя грузин
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