Текст песни Apathy - It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold us
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[Apathy]Better get the best shit you wrote to make some go wildShit a bitch`ll put up in an AOL ProfileDownload it, burn it, and ship it to KansasTo a cousin that will pump it on a college campusPlay it at dances and translate it to SpanishSo foreign exchange motherfuckers`ll understand thisShit that`ll make them chicks send you them pantiesAnd fight with her family like "You don`t understand me!"Raps that`ll change the existence of earthFrom infant to birth if mum heard the verseLike "What!?" Didn`t understand it at firstSo she reversed and played it until her brain burstThats how it worksGotta love it `till it hurtsLove it `till I easily ease off skirtsEase on your knees and I skeed on your shirtFreeze on the Floor now back to workGo ("Back and forth")From here to the floor`Till your bodies spasm and your feet are soreGo ("Back and forth")From here to the storeUse a box of Magnums now you need some moreGo ("Back and forth")On top, make her rock, make her popMake it roll, make her stop before you blow it thenGo ("Back and forth")From here to the barFrom near and from farWhen you hear it in your car go...Hey what`s up Beatrice?I see you standin` there with your little coach bagTiffany`s bracelet trying to look all pretty (So?)Thats like 250 dollars totalThats two pairs of sneakers to meGet the fuck outta here..("I`m gonna fight`em all") ("Hold me back")("Fight`em all") ("Hold me back")("Fight`em all") ("Hod me back")(What you gonna do Ap?)("Fight`em all") ("Hold me back")Yeah.. don`t, don`t calm down yet..About time yeh (yeh)[Emilio Lopez]Hold me back, fuck that, I`ma gonna fight them allIf you can`t fight`em later swing by the morgueCause ain`t nobody know how to rock a mic no moreI`ma gonna start teaching rappers how to start write your barsI ain`t tryin` to tell nobody how to fight your warsFuck weapons son, I throw hooks like JabberI don`t like any of y`allAnd any of all, wouldn`t give a fuck if my bank had a penny or moreCome through your crib smellin` like the scent of your whoreGive you debt with your same hand that was pettin` your whoreI admit it, I`m a sinner, broke plenty of lawsI never got stretched but I broke plenty of jawsListen, I`m Hungary, I`m amped, I`m ready, I`m supedBeen broke for too damn long son, I`m ready for lootOnce I`m more known the artists will never recoupAnd I`ma gonna spit the flow `till I own every coopGo ("Back and forth")Weed spot to the coke spotBring your fiend with you just to make sure the Coke`s hot("Back and forth")If she with you now she`s my loverBoy you should`ve never ever bought that half of wine("Back and forth")`Lotta hoes on my dickDo the dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit("Back and forth")Weed up get that money manWe about to change the game, won`t be nothin` funny manYeah, EmilioYa`ll can call me Mr. LopezYour girl already does...("I`m gonna") ("I`m gonna") ("I`m gonna")("I`m gonna fight `em all") ("Hold me back")(Fight`em all") ("Hold me back")(Fight`em all") ("Hold me back")(Fight`em all") ("Hold me back")Change the record motherfucker!