Текст (слова) песни: Redman - On Fire

("Them bitches swear they fly...")

Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double edger watch me cough shit up
Live and direct respect it to the underground connect
Pah!! I`m wreckin any MC you select
Yo E load me in your gun light the flares
Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
Wear and tear I`m wreckin for the Bricks is where
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction what`s your function
It`s that nigga who`s so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land
And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
Drop the farenheight back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like I`m Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain`t hearin you

So take heed to what I`m saying
Cause tonight`s the night, and me and my nuccas ain`t playing

Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee, like I`m [Big Leads]
Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you`re fuckin with Judge Red
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
Hookers ridin dick, like I`m a motorcycle
You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till you don`t know what occurred
Until I black out every nerver
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d`ouerves
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky I`m still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin
The way I feel niggaz ain`t leave until they up in somethin
Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county
Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

So take heed to what I`m saying
Cause tonight`s the night, and me and my nuccas ain`t playing

To my people in the back, if you`re not the wack, say
Don`t stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you`re tokin on blunts, say
Don`t stop, the body rock... aoowow
I`m too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that`s why the brick niggaz be lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
I`m smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
for your little daughter like I`m Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw, you`re more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

*record scratches, rooster cackles*

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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: Redman - On Fire ("Them bitches swear they fly...") Hahha Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up Sharper than your double edger watch me cough shit up Live and direct respect it to the underground connect Pah!! I`m wreckin any MC you select Yo E load me in your gun light the flares Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear Wear and tear I`m wreckin for the Bricks is where Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere Conjunction junction what`s your function It`s that nigga who`s so swift I could lose a compass Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan Drop the farenheight back down to zero Bring Heat to the streets like I`m Pacino and DeNiro Raw dog material, grand imperial Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain`t hearin you So take heed to what I`m saying Cause tonight`s the night, and me and my nuccas ain`t playing Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe? You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me Now time for lyrics, put up your guns And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committee, like I`m [Big Leads] Most bigger than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you`re fuckin with Judge Red Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass Hookers ridin dick, like I`m a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blur, till you don`t know what occurred Until I black out every nerver Foul women get served as chicken head hors d`ouerves I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!! Hah, if you still look up in the sky I`m still high All the way live like Lakeside Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin The way I feel niggaz ain`t leave until they up in somethin Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me (Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante) So take heed to what I`m saying Cause tonight`s the night, and me and my nuccas ain`t playing To my people in the back, if you`re not the wack, say Don`t stop, the body rock To my people in the front, if you`re tokin on blunts, say Don`t stop, the body rock... aoowow I`m too strong for you to listen I started spittin, that`s why the brick niggaz be lickin They stay on magazine written equipments And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went I`m smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back Buddy, bringin money to your girl for your little daughter like I`m Cutty Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par You raw, you`re more like Zsa Zsa Gabor Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored And I pump the funk to keep a room and board record scratches, rooster cackles Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни On Fire: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/7537.html Все тексты песен: Redman » Redman - Case Closed » Redman - Smash Sumthin` » Redman - Blow Your Mind (Remix) » Redman - It`s Like That (My Big Brother) » Redman - I Got a Secret » Redman - J.U.M.P. » Redman - Close Ya Doorz » Redman - Green Island » Redman - Bobyahed2dis » Redman - Whut? Thee Album » Redman - My Zone » Redman - Hardcore » Redman - How To Roll A Blunt » Redman - Redman Meets Reggie Noble » Redman - Slide and Rock On » Redman - Keep On `99 » Redman - I Don`t Kare » Redman - Intro » Redman - A Day of Sooperman Lover » Redman - Tonight`s Da Nite (remix) Рекомендуем скачать: » W.a.s.p. - The Flame » Waylon Jennings - Weakness In A Man » Whitesnake - Till The Day I Die » Wade Hayes - Don`t Stop » White Town - Thursday At The Blue Note » White Zombie - El Phantasmo The ChickenRun BlastORama » Warhammer - Necrophobia » Wyclef Jean f The Product, Queen Pen - Cheated (To All the Girls) » Wasted Youth - We Were On Heroin » Wet Wet Wet - Lip Service » Wet Wet Wet - Temptation » Who, The - They Are All in Love » Within Temptation - Enter » WC and the MAAD Circle f Mack 10, Ice Cu - West Up! » Whitesnake - Free Flight » Wolfsheim - Künstliche Welten » Whiskeytown - What the Devil Wanted » Waldeck - I Talk To The Wind » Warlock - Love In The Danger Zone » Westlife - I lay my love on you
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