Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Watcha Come Around Here
Busta Rhymes - Watcha Come Around Here слова песни
Verse 1: spliff starYeahHehA flipmode yall (x4)HahHehHahahahaYoYo, uhI spits rhymes for thug catsNeighborhood drug ratsHardcoreKeep it rawWhatNiggaz love thatStack the greenbacksAnd stay steady with the weed sackSpliff star one of the famous foreigners>from east flat-bushFire arms till you no longer breather blackMake it hotStandin on the corner wit the g-packLook at meLampin in defiance wit my seats backGot the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep atVerse 2: rah diggaLyrically inclinedAnd inclined to get lyricalCheckin for residualsRhymin be the ritualIll individualBad habitatWatch my voice battle catsWhile Im spittin battle rapsOn the high horseAnd I keep my saddle strappedYoud be headin up the river like where the paddle at? Got a rhyme overloadRah digga always front yaLeavin niggaz stuck like I was accupunctureChorus:Got niggaz from the hoodThinkin shit all goodIm askin all yallWatcha come around here fo!!!Got niggaz outta townTryin to come and be downIm askin all yallWatcha come around here fo!!!Got niggaz onlineThink they fuckin wit mineIm askin all yallWatcha come around here fo!!!Im askin all yallWatcha come around here fo!!!Im askin all yallWatcha come around here fo!!!Verse 3: baby shamIt makes alot of senseWhen you see sham in black benzWith high friendsPull up the club wit dark tintsNever jump outThats why they lookin dead in my mouthThey must have doubtsLike who the stars wit no lookoutsYoud be amazed and surprised to who would run in your houseAnd tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouseI shall leave you wit datBib from qbBoys in blackAnd foul attitudes to matchVerse 4: busta rhymesYoNow who you be godI be the soul controllerI burst gas like the fizz outta your coca colaLive shit like the energy of solarWith thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobraStreet niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rockBear skin furs like australian polarHang up on whack bitches who call the motorollaAnd smack faggots like you dont make me have ta show yaChorusVerse 5: rampageRamp Im not talkin son Im comin out clappinAll you whack niggaz be poppin shit yall niggaz actinFlipmode number 1 squad that make shit happenIm rippin down shit while yall other niggaz slackinMoney cats is stocked and locked plus Im stackinThem grimy niggaz rollin with meThem niggaz packinBust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and8 bullets total in all Im street trackinVerse 6: rocky marciano2 for my block like 10 in the morninSquish your organs like swiss scheese whippin the armAnd flava blaze I play the cornerWake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my auraMauziano Im like a silver tzar holdin goldenMetal & dough I hold my arm swollenOn the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein mosesFiendin for flows I pose to split you openLayin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin bootsChorusVerse 7: lord have mercyThe earth is the globeWhere I work my magic like merlin unfoldSurface enclosureLife worthless no goalsPerfect controlsLike ayatolas turbans and robesFrom the counties of kingsBails, bounties, pissie lobbies50 armiesProbably bring hell on this earthLegend of dirtSmash ghettos & generals turfMenace incredible workLand lord blaze him and gave him the dirtHahChorus