Текст песни Black Knights f D.L. Hughley - Intro
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[Intro: D.L. Hughley (Doc Doom) {Warcloud}]So the other day, I`m listenin` to the radio and shitAnd I`m hearin` these Black Kneez-ightsThese muthafuckas `sposed to be from the West Coast and shit(You hearin` the Knights homeboy, Black Knights)But I ain`t hear no West Coast in they shit, manThem niggas sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that(They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin` about)East Coast this, man, them niggas is talkin` boutDun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the shit, man)Them niggas ain`t no killas, niggaThem niggas is fuckin` East Coast dick riders (Fuck this nigga, man)I know the niggas personally {I know the niggas too} (Black Knights nigga)Man who the fuck is you talkin` about, I`m Gino, nigga, and Gino know(Fuck Gino, nigga) You ain`t know that (Nigga, tell `em to smack)(Fuck you nigga!)--beat kicks in--[Intro: Doc Doom]Bang that shit nigga, fuck youBitch ass niggas talkin` that bullshitFrom the side of ya necks and shit, fuck ya`ll niggasReal West Coast, nigga, right here niggaMuthafuckin` real, nigga, straight up, Killa Bee GangNigga, gangstas, bank ya, shank yaTake ya muthafuckin` cash, muthafuckin` bitchTake all ya muthafuckin` stash, it`s real, nigga Black Knights get ya cappesledNigga, act like ya heard, nigga, it`s real, nigga, check the shit out niggaYo, yo, aiyo[Doc Doom]I spit yae, my lyrics keep k`s and dodge copsAlone, I`m like Capone movin` weight on ya blockWe keep glocks cocked, lit daily, hop Chevy`s and smoke heavyEvery night we got bitches shakin` ass in the tellyDrunk off Bailey`s, we the shit, so fuck what ya tell meI ain`t tryin` to hear that bullshit, you tryin` to sell meOn the low, like you niggas don`t sound West CoastBut it sounds to me, like you niggas gossip like hoesAll on our dick, knowin` nobody could fuck wit thisRappin` or scrappin`, blastin` or jackin`, who want actionAt the vet who haven`t lost his step yet, place ya betsI`ve been doin` this shit before Quiet on the SetI`m violent wit a Tec, don`t make me make these hollow heads ejectMurder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven`t met our match yet[Warcloud]Chopped off fingers, seen you movin` for the jackpotAll Holocaust, I`m met up wit him in the crack spotsBranches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, CaliforniaGuns and begonias, burns you like ammoniaWest Coast junkyard convict from darknessRoll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar`istMean man hollow, the man who pain`ted flowersString bloody teeth, then knock you over the towersMedieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletonsIron that veteran, heard of dead elephantsTrampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear holeBlackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blowWu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillsideMurder any M.C. sittin`, dinin` wit the swellsPearl handle cougar knife, baby pist` revolversShoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorwayA la carte, more vay, I rhyme the best charmHuffin` on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm[Chorus 2X: Doc Doom]Who got that real shit, niggas blast tooBitches shake that ass too, hit you up wit they set, when they pass throughBlack Knights got that hot shit, got ya hooker toplessIn the cockpit of my drop six[Crisis]The committee, control and patrol the inner cityOff Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy bitch sillyYou feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollersWe control this, had the baddest bitch deep throat usIn public, she do it just because we Wu-Tang publishedThey love it, bust a nut and don`t think nothin` of itCorrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbsBustin` they guns, we lustin` for funds[Monk]Dodgin` dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want someOf this Killa Bee Gang, bangin` Six Mill beatsWe spit hotter than the summer heat, mid JulyAlways stay high, stay low, smoke gray KhakiBlue dickie coats, chokin` on that Andy smokeThe Knights the antidote... prescription[Crisis]DescriptionBar face abrazed undercover hit-menWastin` the shit like a religion, average, where ya livin`?The unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivotNiggas is innocent as infantsDon`t know nothin` about thuggin`, Bloodin` or Crippin`Street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scrapsIn my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breathLace up ya boots, cock and shootLet it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate[Monk]Who to say the Knights ain`t shit, niggas get blew awayIt`s obvious we too much, fuck the such and suchYa click can`t rough, tough, low down and dangerousOr save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit texturesOf high explosive, take two, and can`t focusedPass it around, let it rotate, that`s on the eightWe lockin` down cities, and sewin` up states[Chorus 2X][Outro: Doc Doom]Muthafuckin` Black Knights, black Tec`sAll my niggas on deck, onlineNigga fuck ya`ll we be throwin` up mindGang signs, nigga, Killa Bee GangFuck where you from, fuck ya hood that you claimWe bang, all day, all nightWhere I`m from? Black muthafuckin` Knights, niggaStraight up, West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang, thought you knewNow you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin` whoresYa niggas know me, niggas gives a fuck, Doc DoomMuthafuckin` Black Knight to the tomb, gangstas, don`t give a fuck, bank yaTake ya cash out ya dickies, street`s risky, hehYa niggas know you can`t get with me, simply