Текст песни Blondie f Coolio, Inspectah Deck, Mobb D - 200 Cigarettes Soundtrack
Blondie f Coolio, Inspectah Deck, Mobb D - 200 Cigarettes Soundtrack слова песни
*harpsichord solo*[Blondie]THERE`S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to killLaughing down the sun like a jackal willWith his eyes ablaze and his lips apartHe`s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heartAnd drink it up till the morning startsCirculate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis`Pinch him up and give em blissKissin fears with all his might forever[Coolio]Standed on the verge of the edge of the ledgeWaitin for me to fall, then I got a callIt said, "WAIT HOLD UP HOMEY, YOU MUST BE TRIPPINYOU CAN`T BE PUTTIN THAT STRIPPIN AND WHIPPINUP IN YOUR PIMPIN, YOU BETTER STAND TALLFOOL YOU WAS BORN TO BALLTOOK A LITTLE FALL AND NOW YOU WANNA END IT ALLYOU BEEN CHASIN DREAMS LIKE A HOUND DOG ON THE HUNTTake your place in the front wit yo` hands on the bluntAnd it`s right in your grasp man, I know they laughinBUT YOU`LL BE LAUGHIN LATER CUZ TIMES IS GON` GET GREATER!"[Blondie]That`s when you least expect itYou understand there is no exit[Prodigy]Aiyyo rock that *shit*, slamdance to thisMove the *fuck* back when you see us in the mosh pitSmash something when my heavy metal raps thump inCrack more heads open than Beck`s, you and your mans floatedTales From The Crypt, Rocky Horror couldn`t Picture itSpine-tingling, give you goose bumps singin it*Bitch-ass niggas* scared to party wit The InfamousWe jumpin over the bar snatchin mad liquors[U-God]Out of the darkness, spark this total chaosMark to scheme the hardest, nothing can save usAll that is sacred, dearly departedBraveheart slave brave contains something courageousSalute shining armor, persona rip stagesLoud as Nirvana, beneath the golden agesThe road rash explode, little rigor that devourDon`t cry for me, I`m bout drunk off the powerChorus [Blondie] 2xWho`s gonna cry for yaWho`s gonna cry over you[Havoc]Now if you think my Infamous Mobb remains untamedAnd we out for the cash while you out for the fameLay back, count on my stack down to CognacWritin my raps, here hold that, it`s bound to go platWhen my bang hits, relentless, whatever I spitLike a fresh pair of kicks outta the box, ready to rockYou know the drilly stay collaboratin wit my committeeThen it`s on the L-I-E to QB city[Inspectah Deck]Yo yoWe storm the sound clash, but none heard the sound of the blastSend the mass outta control, the system found smashThere`s blood on the dance floor, they still chant "More!"The nitty gritty, New York inner cityFifty caliber thoughts force the world to bang wit meBound to hit hard like twenty gods benchin in the yardMen at large take charge, out to make ours and take oursWe fought against all oddsParty crasher, verbal assault, quick to blast yaYa stunned momentarily, dropped seconds afterChorus 2x*guitar solo*Chorus to end