Текст песни Bas Blasta f Fat Joe, Godfather Don, JuJ - Dangerous 12"
Bas Blasta f Fat Joe, Godfather Don, JuJ - Dangerous 12" слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Chorus]{*scratched*} The rhythmMake you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm[Bas Blasta]My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdyThat`s how we do shit, a few clips and then we outtyGive me some room to get verbal and in rogueI got you thumpin` something like I holdin` your rollerYour pain is inflicted with shits form my scripts kickedI got you opened you beats be smokin` where my dick sitsOne of ya knows why you pose like a faggotIt`s like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragonStill on my tip for the technical fast flowThere ain`t no cash, so stay the fuck out my ass holeTwo more is the last song, so blessed on, with TeflonWith meth on my mind got leftShit, a fly couldn`t catch one[JuJu]Fuck keepin` it real, I ain`t jokin`You bitch-ass niggas act hardand they still get their shit brokenWildin` is risky but it`s funI`m on some ol` cowboy shitgive me some whiskey and a fuckin` gunYou watchin` niggas set it off sonI have all you niggas runnin` like girlswhen I let off oneA little nigga go in fireyou know I`m a starI got you white kids sittin`in my fuckin` parkLet them niggas try and curse mineI heard niggas liked they comin` throughthe island for the first timeJunkyard Ju represent, no doubt3CF mob, fuck the world and I`m out[Chorus][Lord Finesse]Check itI catch wreck when my mind`s atWhen it`s time to get downI get around like nine atchGive me your ringI can still swing my fuckwith these four bore rapperswhere you can have a real thingSo just cool itI flow like fluidAin`t nothing to itI keep it raw like suageHuh, brothers think they got my flow figuredbut you can have a afro on slacksthat don`t mean you got soul niggaStand back, don`t try to keep closeit`s the funky man, Lord Finessestraight from the EastcoastI can`t hang, come on, picture thatI`m from Uptown, Boogie Downwhere rap was invented atMatter of fact I`m out to stack figureswhen I drop rhymes I make brothers go`Yo who`s that nigga!?`Fuck around you`ll get your ass friedthis ain`t far sideI`m not someone niggathat you go passed byCome on, you`re rollin` with a page starI keep my money in rollsjust like my motherfuckin` brains areNo doubt, I got cloutI`m gonna say peace adios one loveYo, I`m out[Fat Joe]Yeah, here comes the night time stalkerwho`s swelling niggas` lips rather than Jimmy WalkerThe freestyler, nigga get scuelaFuck a bitch, you know I`m all about makin` dollarsFat Joe, you know I been here beforeRap was for the near, but was kickin` shit rawMotherfuckers know the flow was tightbaggin` hoes like the Puerto Rican DolomiteMan listen, there`s no competition`Joe takin` it out?`look nigga keep wishin`Fat Joe and you know how we dopeace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJuword[Chorus]