Текст (слова) песни: Mystikal - The Braids

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Chorus:
Don`t fuck, don`t fuck with the braids!
Can`t fuck, can`t fuck with the braids!
Don`t fuck, don`t fuck with the braids!
Ya can`t fuck, you can`t fuck with the braids! (Barking)
You can`t stop me! How then?
Watch me! Watch me! Ain`t gonna be no congress
Drop me, you can`t block me, who stop me? Its outside!
You should`ve known better!
Is it cause I flow better?
They kept me in the shade
But now I`m back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for two
Swinging with the braids!

Chorus

[Verse 1]
504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad
Make ink on the page, catch flame
Lit light like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game
No card, no deal, no dice, no game
Giving these bitches somethin vicious!
I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes
I`m dirty!
I get all the way down on the ground
And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book
I don`t give a fuck!
I man supply, ground ripper!
I`m here, lay down and give it up!
Nigga you ain`t gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance)
Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence!
Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back!
What`s happening?
I rip cracks and pop tapes
I`m so hot they just gotta rock what I spray
The type of guy that write what I say!
I`m so wild, cause I`m round where them crocodiles play!
(Can`t be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!)
Don`t be that way I`m tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music!
I been doing this shit, how to train em`, how to use em`!
I`m a gangsta, better pop up respect
Take a piece of lectum
Maximum effect ya!
But eclectic, ground perfected!
It just don`t get no colder, bet you if I won`t effect it.
Y`all niggas couldn`t pop a rubberband
You fucking with the man!

Chorus:

[Verse 2]
Bitch bout 55, got damn it!
Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied!
For my Million (son) and my Mychelle (daughter),
my mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself!
The man upstairs, cause I kept it up,
for my niggas, and my rounds, back down
Bout to step it up (step it up)
Put in some cash and some Outkast beats.
Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat!
Michael Tyler! Rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer!
The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, ain`t nobody lie!
Starting them out of a team, city of Seam,
with 100 suckers and a busta!
And I`m still clean! Hollering hiya!
Right before I chop you in your throat!
Another rapper say I`m on my way
To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door!
You can`t stop me! How then?
Just watch me, watch me!
Ain`t gonna be no calling congress!
You can`t drop me, you can`t block me, who stop me?
Its outside
You should`ve known better!
Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade
But now I`m back motherfuckers,
the nigga with the cannon for the two
Swinging with the braids!

Chorus:

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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: Mystikal - The Braids * send all corrections directly to this typist Chorus: Don`t fuck, don`t fuck with the braids! Can`t fuck, can`t fuck with the braids! Don`t fuck, don`t fuck with the braids! Ya can`t fuck, you can`t fuck with the braids! (Barking) You can`t stop me! How then? Watch me! Watch me! Ain`t gonna be no congress Drop me, you can`t block me, who stop me? Its outside! You should`ve known better! Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade But now I`m back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for two Swinging with the braids! Chorus [Verse 1] 504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad Make ink on the page, catch flame Lit light like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game No card, no deal, no dice, no game Giving these bitches somethin vicious! I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes I`m dirty! I get all the way down on the ground And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book I don`t give a fuck! I man supply, ground ripper! I`m here, lay down and give it up! Nigga you ain`t gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance) Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence! Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back! What`s happening? I rip cracks and pop tapes I`m so hot they just gotta rock what I spray The type of guy that write what I say! I`m so wild, cause I`m round where them crocodiles play! (Can`t be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!) Don`t be that way I`m tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music! I been doing this shit, how to train em`, how to use em`! I`m a gangsta, better pop up respect Take a piece of lectum Maximum effect ya! But eclectic, ground perfected! It just don`t get no colder, bet you if I won`t effect it. Y`all niggas couldn`t pop a rubberband You fucking with the man! Chorus: [Verse 2] Bitch bout 55, got damn it! Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied! For my Million (son) and my Mychelle (daughter), my mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself! The man upstairs, cause I kept it up, for my niggas, and my rounds, back down Bout to step it up (step it up) Put in some cash and some Outkast beats. Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat! Michael Tyler! Rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer! The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, ain`t nobody lie! Starting them out of a team, city of Seam, with 100 suckers and a busta! And I`m still clean! Hollering hiya! Right before I chop you in your throat! Another rapper say I`m on my way To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door! You can`t stop me! How then? Just watch me, watch me! Ain`t gonna be no calling congress! You can`t drop me, you can`t block me, who stop me? Its outside You should`ve known better! Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade But now I`m back motherfuckers, the nigga with the cannon for the two Swinging with the braids! Chorus: Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Braids: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/9039.html Все тексты песен: Mystikal » Mystikal - What`s Your Alias? » Mystikal - Ain`t Gonna See Tomorrow » Mystikal - I Rock, I Roll » Mystikal - Life Ain`t Cool » Mystikal - Still Smokin` » Mystikal - The Braids » Mystikal - Round Out Tha Tank » Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous » Mystikal - I`m Bout It Soundtrack » Mystikal - Aint No Limit » Mystikal - Did I Do It* » Mystikal - Shake Ya Ass » Mystikal - U Would If U Could » Mystikal - U Cant Handle This » Mystikal - Shake Somethin` » Mystikal - That`s the Nigga (a.k.a. That`s the Rapper) » Mystikal - What Cha Think » Mystikal - Life Aint Cool » Mystikal - Neck Uv Da Woods » Mystikal - Bouncin` Back (Bumping Me Against The Wall) Рекомендуем скачать: » Компьютерные пародии - Фидошники » Каркас - О калония личинок » Константин Маловинский - Хорошо » Кирилл Ривель - В рассудочность, зашоренную глухо... » Кричевский Гарик - Львовский дождь » Кирилл Ривель - Прости, Господь, мне черные сомненья... » Кино, Виктор Цой - Мои друзья » Кино, Виктор Цой - Это не любовь » Каролина - Дискобар » Крестовый туз - ЖИЗНЬ ФАРТОВАЯ » Кучин Иван - Цветет сирень » Кирилл Ривель - Закончилась эпоха... » Кальянов Александр - Причал » Король и Шут - Валет и дама » Константин Тарасов - Календарным теплом не согреешься... » Кирилл Ривель - Молчит тишина » Калинов мост - Цветы верояни » Карамельки - Туда-сюда » Клюшникова Дарья (Фабрика звезд-5) - Приходи в мой дом » Кирилл Ривель - Зимняя комната. Стол у окна. Печаль...
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