Текст (слова) песни: Xzibit - 3 Card Molly

Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud`da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo`s in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y`all punk bitches, cause I`m a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11`ll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn`
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can`t pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It`s three card molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I`m bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I`m a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don`t like me baby
You ain`t happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I`ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu`ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I`m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you`re gettin is a golden shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn`t for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn`t need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I`m really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don`t kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain`t even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain`t said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain`t ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That`s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

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: Xzibit - 3 Card Molly Ras Kass] What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof with my nigga Bud`da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo`s in three-one-oh on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin y`all punk bitches, cause I`m a Mac, like Ronald I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11`ll gat cha When I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess If you lookin for sympathy, you better look between R and T, in the fucking dictionary See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn` Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin Chorus: repeat 2X [RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can`t pull it [GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet [XZ] It`s three card molly [RK] Will they ever stop? [XZ] Probably not [SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop [Saafir the Saucee Nomad] The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner that sails/sales like a clearance, I`m bilingual Fly like a flamingo, I`m a pitcha, everything I freak I eat like Al Pacino, you don`t like me baby You ain`t happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity For the lowest point in my character I`ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock like the Qu`ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube Been this way since I was fourteen And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I`m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip Never write rhymes with slim fingertips Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower Keep tryin to go gold but all you`re gettin is a golden shower Chorus [Xzibit] Look, now if it wasn`t for the West These rap niggaz wouldn`t need a vest around they chest Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I`m really not surprised Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don`t kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the menu Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop Strippin everything, see you ain`t even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain`t said nathin Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you to the parkin lot, niggaz ain`t ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk That`s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 3 Card Molly: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/123/1/697.html Все тексты песен: Xzibit » Xzibit - Foundation » Xzibit - x \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Xzibit - Xzibit And Tash Freestyle » Xzibit - My Life, My World » Xzibit - Man vs Machine (Bonus Disc) » Xzibit - Eyes May Shine » Xzibit - Enemies And Friends » Xzibit - Focus » Xzibit - Harder » Xzibit - 40 Dayz and 40 Nightz » Xzibit - Hit & Run (part Ii) » Xzibit - Freestyle Ghetto » Xzibit - Release Date » Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life » Xzibit - Fuckin` You Right » Xzibit - Focus (in 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz Album) » Xzibit - Alkaholik » Xzibit - Break Yourself » Xzibit - Step Up » Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life Рекомендуем скачать: » Jim Ed Brown - Tom Dooley » Jim Croce - Charlie Green Play That Slide Trombone » John Elefante - Si Tu Quieres » Jay-Z - The Ruler`s Back » Joni Mitchell - Night Ride Home » Jbo - Wir Ham `ne Party » Jacki-O f O`Damia - Ghetto World » jennings waylon - hank williams syndrome \| guitar chord и Mp3 » jefferson airplane - white rabbit3 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Janis Joplin - Careless Love » Joe Budden - #1 » Jerry Lee Lewis - Honky Tonk Wine » Jayo Felony f Redman, Mack 10, WC - Whatcha Gonna Do Remix » Joni Mitchell - Dont Worry bout Me » Jimmy Buffett - Up on The Hill » Jethro Tull - General Crossing » Johnny Wakelin - In Zaire » Johnny Clegg and Savuka - Circle of Light » jesus jones - I Dont Want That Kind of Love » Jerry Lee Lewis - Time Changes Everything
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