Текст песни Black Sheep - North South East West 12"
Black Sheep - North South East West 12" слова песни
[Mr. Lawnge]Yo! This is a crazy shout out to that nigga MC HammerWe all know he went out and got a new styleSo we went out and got him a new asshole, you know what I`m saying?Cause we making examples out of bitch niggas for `94Word up, Black Sheep ain`t hearing it no moreNow listen Hammer, I could slam ya with grammar you bamaDiss you on camera, but then again goddamn I`d beCommitting a crime and also wasting my timeYo that shit be worse than trying to battle rhyme a pantomimeYou can`t say shit but dance and look like a dickSave it for your hair cause your rhymes ain`t slick, bitchCome on now clown, you ain`t downIf we were having sex in a circle, you still couldn`t fuck aroundYou got some shit on your chest, what are you, nuts?Or could it be that you`ve been eating too many chicken butts?You popcorn ass rapper, oh, exqueeze meYou admitted you couldn`t rhyme when you dropped the MCOf your name, I laughed at your fame the minute you cameAnd now you`re like your racehorse, dead last, you`re mad lameBut now I got you like Wanda, I rock your worldAnd have you pulling on my nuts like a fucking squirrelBegging me please, Lawnge stop tanderingBut it`s too late, goddamn I can`t stand you manThat`s why I`m up in your ass like a parasiteFor me to battle you, that`s like you in the Tyson fightNo wins, you know you have no friendsBecause the mic separates the boys from the mens, HammerHave arrangements made, man eject respectI put your name down, fuck card, I pulled your deckLike Wu-Tang said, you`d best protect your neckOr get wrecked, and you can bet your endorsement checkSo reneg nigga, you`d better repentAnd yo you couldn`t look hard if Karl Kani gave you cementInstead of his clothes to rock in your videosNigga you couldn`t beat your dick as far as beef goesHammer, you say you`re coming from Oaktown and that`s fineSo nigga take your ass back like your hairlineIn any battle you don`t want to get stuck with meIf I was your bitch you still couldn`t fuck me, bitch[Dres]No Stanley, no StanleyI don`t give a fuck who you are or who your man beHuh, I`ll snatch your capital without a 357, digNo class nigga, I`ll kick your ass for two bitWhat are you stupid, troopid, couldn`t be you if this was BalleyNigga, I`ll park you quick and faster than your valetHurt me, Stanley? You`d better hope for better daysChasing my balls like I was the fucking Oakland A`sNigga quit like your staff or feel the wrathYour punk ass couldn`t bust a bubble in a bathHuh, I get this right, now you`s a racketeer?But nigga you`ve been ??? you ain`t a mackateerHa, ho, no flow, so nigga won`t you quitShoot heroin on the toilet and still not drop dope shitHuh, it`s all deception, I got your number misterYou bought helicopters for the cops and tried to play my sisterAss out, your style is about as fly as PiedmontAnd yo stop claiming Oakland when you`re stroking `em from FriedmontIn the dictionary under "sellout" that`s where you`ll beSo roll with Audi for a fucking catastropheYou teenie weenie wearing geanie to bikiniCouldn`t see me if gazelles came in motherfucking 3-DThis is for the Hammer, you bamaI`ll bust your ass in Alabama, Savanna, Montana, HavanaGoddamn, my often Lifestyles fuck youI bust you keep the pistol cause no one would fucking miss youYou suck! I don`t give a fuck who does or writes the trackWhoever cameos, it`s Hammer, it`s all wack