Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Flip Da Style

[ VERSE 1 ]
Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town
Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(You can`t murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me
I say the shit that get you open like surgery
I`m so def, I catch wreck with no sweat
When I rock mics it don`t make sense to try to go next
With the mic I`m royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn`t shine more than me
Don`t be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I`m kickin my facts across
The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce
Don`t try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(Why?) I got shit that`ll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(Cause I`m one muthafucka you don`t have to tell keep it real)

Brothers don`t know I can (flip the style)
I`m out to make dough, kid (Flip the style)
Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)
Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style)
Can I do my thing, kid? (Flip the style)
I`m ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye)
I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style)
Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna sex this
Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you`re nice? Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I`m on the rise like afros in the 70s
I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don`t sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, it`s the smooth speaker
Peace to KRS-One, that`s the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme`s fly
This is how it goes down in the `95
That`s right, because I said it, don`t sweat it, kid
Don`t think I`m nice? Well, I am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, collect figures
Yo, I`m like Aretha Franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks
That`s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap
Bring the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "I heard that kid got some shit with him"
None could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
Crews I run through, won`t fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don`t let me catch you on the humble
Niggas don`t like me, but that`s aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that`s why I play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don`t compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can`t fuck with Finesse

Shit sound hype, yo (Flip the style)
It`s only right that I (flip the style)
Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)
I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style)
I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style)
I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style)
I bet Diggin` In The Crates can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style)

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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: Lord Finesse - Flip Da Style [ VERSE 1 ] Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man I slide up in chicks like a diafram (You can`t murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me I say the shit that get you open like surgery I`m so def, I catch wreck with no sweat When I rock mics it don`t make sense to try to go next With the mic I`m royal, see You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn`t shine more than me Don`t be silly and try to kill me Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly I rap with force when I`m kickin my facts across The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce Don`t try to ruin me or talk about doin me (Why?) I got shit that`ll spark your whole community So lounge and peep the deal (Cause I`m one muthafucka you don`t have to tell keep it real) Brothers don`t know I can (flip the style) I`m out to make dough, kid (Flip the style) Come to my show, so I can (flip the style) Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style) Can I do my thing, kid? (Flip the style) I`m ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye) I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style) Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style) [ VERSE 2 ] I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna sex this Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast Think you`re nice? Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree I`m on the rise like afros in the 70s I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny You know my style, don`t sleep, money I put it on like sneakers, it`s the smooth speaker Peace to KRS-One, that`s the teacher Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme`s fly This is how it goes down in the `95 That`s right, because I said it, don`t sweat it, kid Don`t think I`m nice? Well, I am, so give me credit, kid I wreck niggas, collect figures Yo, I`m like Aretha Franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks That`s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap Bring the best, I get with him Even deaf people be sayin, "I heard that kid got some shit with him" None could diss this or rip this, for instance Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance Crews I run through, won`t fall or fumble You can get done, too, don`t let me catch you on the humble Niggas don`t like me, but that`s aight, gee Brothers act sheisty, that`s why I play the crib with the wifey One of the best, don`t compare me to none of the rest Straight up and down, word life you can`t fuck with Finesse Shit sound hype, yo (Flip the style) It`s only right that I (flip the style) Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style) I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style) I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style) I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style) I bet Diggin` In The Crates can (flip the style) I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Flip Da Style: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8796.html Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse » Lord Finesse - Food For Thought » Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90`s » Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord » Lord Finesse - Kicking Flavor With My Man » Lord Finesse - Soul Plan » Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man » Lord Finesse - Speak Ya Peace » Lord Finesse - Thats How Smooth I Am » Lord Finesse - O Lord » Lord Finesse - Isnt He Something » Lord Finesse - Return of the Funky Man » Lord Finesse - I Keep The Crowd Listening » Lord Finesse - Underworld Operations » Lord Finesse - Party Over Here » Lord Finesse - Fuck em » Lord Finesse - Track The Movement » Lord Finesse - Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix) » Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card » Lord Finesse - True and Livin` » Lord Finesse - Flip Da Style Рекомендуем скачать: » Queen - Keep Yourself Alive » Q Strange - Heroin » Queers, The - We`d Have A Riot Doing Heroin » Queers, The - I`m Not a Mongo Anymore » Queers - Monster Zero » Quicksilver Messenger Service - Light Your Windows » Q Fish - Sweet Blonde » Queers, The - Strangle the Girl » Qkumba Zoo - Weeping » Q Strange - That Dream » Queen - Get Down, Make Love » Queen - You`re My Best Friend » Queensryche - Saved » Queen Latifah - U.n.i.t.y » Queens Of The Stone Age - Wake Up Screaming » Queers, The - I`m Useless » Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy » Queen - Bring Back That Leroy Brown » Queen - Tie Your Mother Down » Queers, The - Love Me
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