Текст (слова) песни: Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted

There`s death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.
I`m forever blunted so I don`t care.
Word to my nappy black hair, it`s the year of the leader,
a follower`s a dummy, he`ll die alone with no fuckin` money;
All alone in his crib lookin` out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW,
playin` NINTENDO.
Jackin` off, shit like that`s not happenin`,
hands are clappin, toes are tappin`, niggas is rappin`!
(Who the fuck are you?) Yo, I`m the Nine. Forever blunted, always hunted,
in my prime.
My skills have grown like a fungus to make Gs in the Hundreds,
as the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT.
On the Ave, with my niggas, passin` C-notes,
guzzlin` 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin` up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I`m still BLUNTED, still hunted, still don`t know what the fuck he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I ain`t in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin`, make a nigga want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson...
(Redrum!) No question.
That shit be makin` your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
we ain`t tin men, niggas got heart!
Like my nigga Noble and my nigga Troy,
strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls.
WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND,
WHAT`S THE PLAN?
We bum rushin` all snakes and devils no matter their color,
we`re the next generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you`ll wind up toothless,
the wanted, forever blunted...

[Banging on door, phone ringing]
(Damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? Niggas is bangin` on the door, fuckin`
game is on, fuckin` kid is cryin. I`m stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt
now!)

Check the flav, don`t misbehave.
On my block, you`ll get shot when you see the infrared dot,
and hear the glock pop, you`ll drop like rain in mad pain,
when a nigga got nothin` to lose, a nigga goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN`, some GAMBLIN`,
as I see it, shit beats panhandlin`:
a quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you that`s why we murder,
ya either fight for your right or you`re fucked like Bertha.
It`s SILLY, here comes the sequel:
you can get drunk as a skunk, but weed`s illegal.
I`m forever blunted anyway, I don`t give a fuck what Uncle Sam say,
okay, let`s parlay.
Ease on down the project block and make some noise,
wake up the neighborhood pumpin` beats, IT`S ALL GOOD.
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again,
YOU KNOW THE MONKEY WRENCH.
Fuckin` up a nigga`s fun is always ILLIN`,
step the fuck off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN`.
You don`t live here anyway, take your ass back to Scarsdale,
before I hit you with this garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now it`s off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it`ll happen again, I`ll still be hunted, I`ll still be wanted,
so I`m Fo `Eva Blunted...

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» Nine - Make or Take
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» Nine - Everybody Won Heaven (Redrum Remix)
» Nine - Who U Won Test
» Nine - Ova Confident
» Nine - No Part a Me
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» Nine - Everyman 4 Himself
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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: Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted There`s death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red. I`m forever blunted so I don`t care. Word to my nappy black hair, it`s the year of the leader, a follower`s a dummy, he`ll die alone with no fuckin` money; All alone in his crib lookin` out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW, playin` NINTENDO. Jackin` off, shit like that`s not happenin`, hands are clappin, toes are tappin`, niggas is rappin`! (Who the fuck are you?) Yo, I`m the Nine. Forever blunted, always hunted, in my prime. My skills have grown like a fungus to make Gs in the Hundreds, as the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT. On the Ave, with my niggas, passin` C-notes, guzzlin` 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin` up mags, 5-0 patrols, I`m still BLUNTED, still hunted, still don`t know what the fuck he wanted. Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight, I ain`t in the mood tonight. Forever stressin`, make a nigga want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson... (Redrum!) No question. That shit be makin` your screws loose and like an old shopping cart, we ain`t tin men, niggas got heart! Like my nigga Noble and my nigga Troy, strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls. WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND, WHAT`S THE PLAN? We bum rushin` all snakes and devils no matter their color, we`re the next generation of rebels. Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you`ll wind up toothless, the wanted, forever blunted... [Banging on door, phone ringing] (Damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? Niggas is bangin` on the door, fuckin` game is on, fuckin` kid is cryin. I`m stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt now!) Check the flav, don`t misbehave. On my block, you`ll get shot when you see the infrared dot, and hear the glock pop, you`ll drop like rain in mad pain, when a nigga got nothin` to lose, a nigga goes insane. Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN`, some GAMBLIN`, as I see it, shit beats panhandlin`: a quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you that`s why we murder, ya either fight for your right or you`re fucked like Bertha. It`s SILLY, here comes the sequel: you can get drunk as a skunk, but weed`s illegal. I`m forever blunted anyway, I don`t give a fuck what Uncle Sam say, okay, let`s parlay. Ease on down the project block and make some noise, wake up the neighborhood pumpin` beats, IT`S ALL GOOD. Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again, YOU KNOW THE MONKEY WRENCH. Fuckin` up a nigga`s fun is always ILLIN`, step the fuck off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN`. You don`t live here anyway, take your ass back to Scarsdale, before I hit you with this garbage pail. Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now it`s off my chest. Until tomorrow, it`ll happen again, I`ll still be hunted, I`ll still be wanted, so I`m Fo `Eva Blunted... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fo `Eva Blunted: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/8076.html Все тексты песен: Nine » Nine - Any Emcee » Nine - 4 Chicken Wings and Rice » Nine - Tha Cypha » Nine - Ahh Shit » Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted » Nine - Make or Take » Nine - Whutcha Want? » Nine - Da Fundamentalz » Nine - Everybody Won Heaven (Redrum Remix) » Nine - Who U Won Test » Nine - Ova Confident » Nine - No Part a Me » Nine - Lyin King » Nine - Everyman 4 Himself » Nine - Ova Confident (Remix) » Nine - Fo eva Blunted » Nine - Ta Rasss » Nine - Peel » Nine - Famaldahyde » Nine - Hit Em Like Dis Рекомендуем скачать: » Gene Vincent - Cruisin` » Gardestad - Fr Krlekens Skull » Gilbert O`sullivan - They`ve Only Themselves To Blame » George Strait - The Man In Love With You » Gloria Estefan - Los Ojos Del Amor » Gary Numan - Unknown And Hostile » Gall France - Tout Pour La Musique » Gin Blossoms - Til I Hear It From You » Gilla - Johnny » Gnom - Mathilde » G. Love & Special Sauce - Cold Beverage » Gary Allan - Greenfields » Gwar - Pocket Pool » Gemini - Rock Around The Clock » Geschwister Fahrenberger - Wenn die Alpenrosen blühn » Gigi d`Alessio - Una Donna Dentro Te » Gary Moore - I Ain`t Got You » gaines jeffrey - in your eyes2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Garth Brooks - O Little Town Of Bethlehem » George Jones - We Believe In Each Other
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