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Текст песни Brand Nubian f Loon (Harlem World) - Foundation

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No, FlagroUh, what!!Yeah, Brand Nu` comin` throughLong Island, Harlem World, all out, all outLet`s talk abou titWhat, yeah, now put ya hands upUh, what, now put ya hands upPut ya hands upNow get ya back up off the wall[Sadat X]I`m better feeling than running rawChain gang link I need a shrinkWhat y`all niggaz think I`ma do when I get real moneyIano keys played in seriesPeace to Lil` CeaseMicrophone track board, loose chord, oh LordPromo number one Sadat X had a grenadeAnd the have next day I smashed the shit Allie playedNow we delayed by ninety daysYou better find me anywaysYou better return to the Terrordome, ain`t nobody homeNon-haters play the corner in the elevatorCrash crews smack the open palm so you don`t bruiseYou push a button and what happens nothingI push one and there`s a man with a gun in the doorwayI`m in 4A, I been in there all dayI had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slabThere`s enough for everybody so y`all niggaz don`t grabChorus: LoonCome on, come on, come on, yoSo get your back up off the wallWhat, I said dance, come on, come onSo put your hands upStop frontin and pop somethinCornball niggaz stay frontin ain`t got nothinMad cause the life I lead, twice ya speedBrown-skinned mami, that`s the wife I needLight that weed, front nigga might just bleedTryin to ball with y`all but I might just flee[Lord Jamar]The second coming of ChristI`ll make you run for your lifeIt`s like a gun up against a knifeYou can never win, when we fight to the endI`m tight with the penDon`t be going off the head, cause they be blown off the headAnd showin off the skills of the mentally deadI do the knowledge before any words get saidHerbs get me red, hold on, Simply RedPimps be dead in rap, everybody`s fed with thatY`all could go ahead with thatI`m trying to show you where my head is atDread be the positive blackDrop the B, you get lackSee you when you get backLyrical three-pack, spiritual miracleUhh, Lord Jamar the imperialMicrophone serial killer, urban guerillaYou acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit seriosuSlap the taste out of your mouth, then break outChorus[Grand Puba]Now I`ma put a rush up on molassesBreeze on through like easy passesWiggle more asses than aerobic classesEl kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and ChongGet that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thongFor sure dog, I don`t mean to come off pushyBlaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D`bussySpit my phlegm and drop my gemCollect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rimsI be dramatical, mathematical, radical thrillerThe mic killa wreckin more shit than GodzillaMatter of fact I`m more iller, knock your shit off the pillarThe four-wheeler touched every flava but vanillaYou know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thangI get you open like them ball-head niggaz on RogaineSpit my flow all the way from New Ro`to Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoaFlip flows def like so soChorus

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