Текст (слова) песни: M-Child - Gon` Madd

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]

Associating with bullshit, got me Gon` Madd.
Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon` Madd.
You fuck with your boy, somebody throw me some caps,
Somebody like anything before I kick somebody`s ass.

[M-Child]

I need green, like Don King, need a haircut,
So I got with the `Kaze `cause they be hooking shit up.
We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it,
Since a nigga got capped, a nigga kinda got used to it.
Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head.
Making so much noise, a nigga wake up the dead.
Keep an eye on you niggas that want a loaf of my bread,
Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead.
Nigga, you can test my nuts, `cause they thought I was fake,
Now they (mad?) `cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates.
But me, you can`t escape, `cause now I`m in your radio,
Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe.
I`ve Gon` Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast`,
Call the school; bomb threat, got my niggas outta class.
I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall,
You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause.

[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

And to you niggas in the rap game, shit we gon` start,
Fuck around and how you hoes doin` shows as we got,
I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas,
Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I`m bringin` it.
Kamikaze thuggin` it, niggas they be jockin` it,
Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin` it.
Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold,
I`ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes.
Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog;
Test nuts if a nigga jump like a fucking frog.
You better make way, give me room before I stray,
Bombs tied around my chest, blow this bitch to outer space.
I ain`t playing with you, and I ain`t fucking with your needle.
Them Mound niggas crazy, we chiefin` the reefer.
My niggas cappin` the geef, big bush, knockin` out teeth,
Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep.

[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

Now don`t let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep,
Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest.
If a nigga got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets,
Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef.
I creep with a hundred motherfuckers out late,
Smokin` dope, sippin` syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes.
Taking over shit, do whatever for the cheese,
I need a bladder in the water a bitch need to breathe.
Zero tolerance, step out a lyin` ass whoopin`,
You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking.
Overlookin` my style, sick, making niggas vomit,
My clan comin` through and we clean up they Comet.
Now you can look, but don`t touch, why you on it, I know you want it,
That M-Child nigga, you won`t him dead, don`t he?
If you just clear my weave, it`s gon` be something bad,
You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, I`m Gon` Madd.

[Chorus x2]

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» M-Child - Gon` Madd
» M-Child - I Want
» M-Child - Dirty Bitch (Street)
» M-Child - On Tha Block
» M-Child - All Hoez Eat Boody
» M-Child - Point `Em Out, Take `Em Out
» M-Child - My Shit Be Deep
» M-Child - We Workin`
» M-Child - Grab Da Gauge


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: M-Child - Gon` Madd [M-Child] [Chorus x2] Associating with bullshit, got me Gon` Madd. Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon` Madd. You fuck with your boy, somebody throw me some caps, Somebody like anything before I kick somebody`s ass. [M-Child] I need green, like Don King, need a haircut, So I got with the `Kaze `cause they be hooking shit up. We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it, Since a nigga got capped, a nigga kinda got used to it. Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head. Making so much noise, a nigga wake up the dead. Keep an eye on you niggas that want a loaf of my bread, Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead. Nigga, you can test my nuts, `cause they thought I was fake, Now they (mad?) `cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates. But me, you can`t escape, `cause now I`m in your radio, Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe. I`ve Gon` Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast`, Call the school; bomb threat, got my niggas outta class. I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall, You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] And to you niggas in the rap game, shit we gon` start, Fuck around and how you hoes doin` shows as we got, I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas, Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I`m bringin` it. Kamikaze thuggin` it, niggas they be jockin` it, Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin` it. Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold, I`ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes. Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog; Test nuts if a nigga jump like a fucking frog. You better make way, give me room before I stray, Bombs tied around my chest, blow this bitch to outer space. I ain`t playing with you, and I ain`t fucking with your needle. Them Mound niggas crazy, we chiefin` the reefer. My niggas cappin` the geef, big bush, knockin` out teeth, Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] Now don`t let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep, Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest. If a nigga got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets, Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef. I creep with a hundred motherfuckers out late, Smokin` dope, sippin` syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes. Taking over shit, do whatever for the cheese, I need a bladder in the water a bitch need to breathe. Zero tolerance, step out a lyin` ass whoopin`, You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking. Overlookin` my style, sick, making niggas vomit, My clan comin` through and we clean up they Comet. Now you can look, but don`t touch, why you on it, I know you want it, That M-Child nigga, you won`t him dead, don`t he? If you just clear my weave, it`s gon` be something bad, You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, I`m Gon` Madd. [Chorus x2] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gon` Madd: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15535.html Все тексты песен: M-Child » M-Child - I Ain`t No Bitch, I Ain`t No Hoe » M-Child - Gon` Madd » M-Child - I Want » M-Child - Dirty Bitch (Street) » M-Child - On Tha Block » M-Child - All Hoez Eat Boody » M-Child - Point `Em Out, Take `Em Out » M-Child - My Shit Be Deep » M-Child - We Workin` » M-Child - Grab Da Gauge Рекомендуем скачать: » Машина Времени - Маленькие герои » Михаил Кочетков - Я куплю билет и поеду в Питер... » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Уездный город N » Маша Распутина - Мечта » Майя Кристалинская - Родимая земля » Михаил Трегер - Лирическая отбойная песенка » Мифы - Река » Марина Самаркина - (По сказке И.Зиедониса Синий конь) » Мультfильмы, Мультфильмы - Любовь » Михаил Кочетков - Мы сидели на заборе, пили пиво, ели хек... » Михаил Басаев - Для КВН » Машина Времени - Кошка гуляет сама по себе » Михаил Володин - Пастушья песня » Мария Булат - Сон надо мной, как абажур, болтался... » Мистер Кредо, Mr. Credo - Лавэ » Машина Времени - Ночь » Мара - Холодным мужчинам » Михаил Трегер - Приблизительная песенка » Максим Дунаевский - Не всех без исключенья » Марк Фрейдкин, Сергей Костюхин - Бабушка Ревекка
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