Текст (слова) песни: The Pharcyde - Drop

Bootie Brown:

Let me freak the funk,
obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
as I invade their masquerade
they couldn`t fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can`t cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
for an easy out, I leave mc`s with doubt
of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I`m proceeding, leading,
they try to follow but they`re shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
they have no key, or no clue
to the game at all, now they washed up
hung out to dry
standing looking stpud, wondering why
(why man?)
it was the fame, that they tried to get
now they walking around talkin about represent
and keep it real, but I got to appeal
cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel

Slim Kid 3:

rock a bye baby,
listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
of all things it`s a vain of a shrine
all missions impossible are possible, cause I`m
heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I`ll
wipe the sweat from my brow
and each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
from homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
tear after tear in the puppet man`s hands
every time you take a stance you do the puppet man`s dance
and the worlds at a stand-still
deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, still
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
you ain`t amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself

Knumbskull #1:

shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
when I execute, acutely over the rythym
on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
got em mad and tremblin
cause I been up in my lad assemblin
misslies, to bomb the enemy
because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
currently I think we`re in a state of an emergency
cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
and I think they can`t follow
they can`t swollow, the truth because it hurts
this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
I`m going to make a million

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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: The Pharcyde - Drop Bootie Brown: Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn`t fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can`t cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave mc`s with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I`m proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they`re shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all, now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stpud, wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine of all things it`s a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I`m heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I`ll wipe the sweat from my brow and each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man`s hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man`s dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain`t amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rythym on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lad assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we`re in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can`t follow they can`t swollow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I`m going to make a million Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Drop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/14440.html Все тексты песен: The Pharcyde » The Pharcyde - Runnin » The Pharcyde - The Rubbers Song » The Pharcyde - I`m That Type of Nigga » The Pharcyde - Otha Fish » The Pharcyde - On the DL » The Pharcyde - Agenda » The Pharcyde - Passin Me By » The Pharcyde - Pain » The Pharcyde - Return of the B-Boy » The Pharcyde - It`s Jiggaboo Time » The Pharcyde - 4 Better or 4 Worse » The Pharcyde - Soul Flower » The Pharcyde - Feeling Freaky » The Pharcyde - Quinton`s on the Way (Skit) » The Pharcyde - Emerald Buttafly » The Pharcyde - If I Were President (Skit) » The Pharcyde - Officer » The Pharcyde - Drop » The Pharcyde - Oh Shit » The Pharcyde - Feeling Рекомендуем скачать: » Хабарова Кира - Ворон » Хвостенко Алексей - Игра на флейте » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беспризорник » Хвостенко Алексей - Эпиталама » Хабарова Кира - Жить! » Хромов Юра - РАЗГОВОР СО СВЕЧОЙ » Хвостенко Алексей - Прощание со степью » Хабарова Кира - Санитары » Хромов Юра - БЕЛЫМ ОФИЦЕРАМ ПОСВЯЩАЕТСЯ » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Глупые люди » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хабарова Кира - На том берегу » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю » Хабарова Кира - Танго печали » Хромов Юра - Я ПРИДУ » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хромов Юра - МЫ НЕ ПРОЩАЕМСЯ » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хабарова Кира - Я не такая
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