Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan f Redman - Redbull

[Redman]
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it`s time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
Bomb isdide the palm
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on
The front with my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain`t worked for days
That`s why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast! Don`t panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?
Hell nah! I won`t tell you son
If I find a wack ID I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
My lecture`s like Hannibal Lector`s
Where`s the ketchup?
Don`t speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it`s sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fucking money!

*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*

[Method Man]
Uhuh, check it
I`m hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro`s and con`s, megabomb`s and so-on`s
By arid actions try MC`s to get their roll on
First issue got issues
What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?
It`s like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear
Now that`s what I call harcore, let`s act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I`m from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit match don`t make me pretty
Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
Ain`t no rules to the game, if it is we aint playin
In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin`"
You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryin
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!
Slugs flyin

*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, ya
Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen
Fo` wheel machines like ya wits scream
Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted windows I lay low
On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0
But now I get wild similar to Ol` Dirty
On third time fellon just hit with over 30
No worries, style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin on me
Cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin my name that`s why I came
But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse
I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the exteme
It gets ugly, but it`s what a nigga do to get cream
This life

*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*

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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: Wu-Tang Clan f Redman - Redbull [Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it`s time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front with my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain`t worked for days That`s why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don`t panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won`t tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture`s like Hannibal Lector`s Where`s the ketchup? Don`t speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it`s sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface [Method Man] Uhuh, check it I`m hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro`s and con`s, megabomb`s and so-on`s By arid actions try MC`s to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It`s like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that`s what I call harcore, let`s act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I`m from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don`t make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain`t no rules to the game, if it is we aint playin In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin`" You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck [Inspectah Deck] Yo, ya Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen Fo` wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol` Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that`s why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets ugly, but it`s what a nigga do to get cream This life Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Redbull: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/3468.html Все тексты песен: Wu-Tang Clan f Redman » Wu-Tang Clan f Redman - Redbull » Wu-Tang Clan f Redman - The W Рекомендуем скачать: » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Янка Дягилева - Медведь выходит на охоту » Яков Кофман - Подходит трамвай. А ну, не зевай!.. » Янка Дягилева - Кто ты такой? » Яков Кофман - Я в Европе » Яна Симон - Офелия » Ярослав Хоречко - Красная Шапочка » Янка Дягилева - Болит голова » Янка Дягилева - Декорация » Яков Кофман - Танталовы муки » Яна Симон - Французская песенка » Яков Кофман - Про Али-Бабу » Яков Кофман - Россия Достоевского » Яна Симон - Вот птицы направили к югу крыла... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Ярослав Юдин - Романс » Яков Кофман - Случай на лекции (два монолога) » Яков Гальперштейн - Аэропорт Кырен » Ярослав Юдин - Жить
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