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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung f Luni Coleone - Watta

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[Brotha Lynch]I`m the hardest nigga you never heard ofAnd I`m a pro when it comes to these tools a four fourwhen it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dickIn a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automaticCold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear like magicIt`s Siccmade, all the way to the motherfuckin` casketAnd six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lipsI stack chips and I, sip these litres on the hipsIt`s some shit that`ll split ya wigYou can`t spit enough shit, that`ll get ya bigGet the gig, you pay him first then I`ll lay him nextNiggaz be weak just like latex, cheap as TampaxI walk through the room wid a handful of anthraxShakin` niggaz hands, makin` niggaz dance likePaula Abdul when I pull out the toolYa kids get napped when I run out the schoolYa nig did that, it`s the motherfuckin` LynchTake a long barrel four four and run up in ya bitchReal shit, cause it turns me on andWhat kind of shit do these nerds be on andWhat kinda clips should I put in this chrome fourWhat kind loopty-loop ya onPass me the Newport and let`s get it on like MarvinI`ve been starvin` creep through the trees like TarzanYa meat we carvin`[Hook]It`s watta, watta, and ya know I`m thirstyAnd even though it hurts meI stay blood thirsty for watta, wattaTake it how you want niggaSo make it how you want nigga(x2)[Luni Coleone]You punk niggaz want war we make shit happenWhen it comes to the money drugs scrappin` and cappin`I`m a veteran and I bet when I pull my thangYou hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segasWe some spiritual lyrical individuals niggaI ain`t fearin` no negro we leavin` bullet holes niggaWhen a soldier bow down we leave him aloneTape his tail to his ass cheek and send him on homeI`m a motherfucka nigga ain`t you heard of Co-leMy music it use niggaz like a guard against KobeHittin` hard like Shinobi, you niggaz don`t know meI throw `em harder than Drew breathesAnd shake `em like policeI mean who tryna take it there let me knowWe leave him cryin` like when a kid get a NintendoColeone, I`m known to stay high as a kiteAnd shoot notes to X-Loc keep my cuz alrightHook[Brotha Lynch Hung]While you be internet thuggin` I`ll be in ya set mugginYou be in the bathroom tuggin` cause you can`t get lovin`I`ll be in the last room pluggin` while you in the front room drippin`I bust nuts on ya livin` you come in the back room kissingSo don`t trip cause I`m harder than youJust like every motherfucker that`s a part of my crewGimme a carton full of Newports and a metal junt from the MidwestAnd I`ma disappear and come back the sickest nigga you ever metWhat happens next nigga, whatever happensWe pull techs nigga, whatevers crackin`We pitbulls in a backyard full of poodlesAnd I`m foamin` at the mouth like KujaPut blood and guts in yo spaghetti noodlesI got problems in the headGot ya lookin` for slugs, well it`s probably in the bedGot me lookin` for love all in the wrong placesI`m tasteless and I chew to the bone homieNow, look at ya faces it`s watta

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