Текст песни Buddha Monk - Bang It in Ya Whip, слова песни Buddha Monk

Текст песни Buddha Monk - Bang It in Ya Whip

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[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), <buddha monk>]<listen to i...> *echo*(these punk-ass niggaz, they aint ready)(we made men, haha!) younahimsayin? what, nigga? (we--we been doin this for years)Yall niggaz cant see this shit<du-du-du-dun-du-dun-da-dun>Cant even fuck with this track(aint nothin could stop us)<hee-ha-ha-ha-ha> you know, on the corse of desperados(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house(before we bring in drama) <da-dun-da-da-dun>Youknowwhatimsayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit(what we stand for) <come on, hoo-hey-hey> justice and equalityAll my boriquas out there, too, up on the set<my boriquas on the set> youknowwhatimsayin? Hit them niggaz like that, yo <ha!>[babyface fensta]Its the sinister, sick like clamidiaBurn like no vagina, your retinaScrewin like you hard, while I lick off your headPussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictorBlow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelationNiggaz turn bitch, emotional winchGet slapped around like faggot niggaz frontinYou unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield eastDoes the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, wont catch itShut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)From the 90s, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgenceCriminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics dont amaze meFuck around, youll be pushin up daisiesLike them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villaGrab you up... ahhh![buddha monk]Whos the killa? monk iodineYou got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines? Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never findRoyal blood kin on your fetal line, Im prepared to deal with fetal linesYo, check it out...I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4You shouldve known it was them bones, next page, close the doorWait, I aint finished yet with you so-called prosYou niggaz is packed like fuckin compactorsIm blowin ya back out, callin me the subtractorThe actual nist gets broke like a wishAnd marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadowsNiggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, youre kept from sacred songsThe basics is first to hurts, so dont think fuckin zus could rest in dirtThe projects is to eject shop up yetsThe center, niggaz are scared to enter inIts buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber[sha-cronz]Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to workThat shows benz and about a mil Im worthGet higher than 10 kilohertzBlank on tracks like hungry rodentsRappers actin funny style and holdinFrontin, posted up like bowlinPins rollin in chevys, while youre goin brokeHoldin a benz, Im heavy on the neckPissin weights, cant risk kuwaitAnd objects, get these papes and escapeBallad and cronz is like a midget to an apeDont care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time aint with youLeft dead, cops cant find a motherfuckin pistolWhat? [chorus (x2): buddha monk]We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstateSha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyfaceIts an mcs fate to test the zus greatAnd we wont stop, until death is a bedmate[buddha monk]What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shitMonk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whipIf I do it any way I wanna do itLet me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumpsIll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mcWho wanna test thee? ha, nigga pleaseIll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole familyYea, you know thats got to be me, swingin like tarzan through treesWith a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mcAnd if thats not enough, then Ill huff and Ill puffAnd mack yo motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low downBetter yet, heres a shot from the 4-poundAnd the cops cant help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"[babyface fensta]What, niggaz, what?

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Bang It in Ya Whip

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