Текст песни Clayborne Family (Kool KeithMarc LiveJac - This is How It`s Done
Clayborne Family (Kool KeithMarc LiveJac - This is How It`s Done слова песни
[Marc Live]I got a bone to pick, shut you downStop the talk, you deserve this shitYou a stupid nigga, observe this shitI can destroy your whole labelShit, you a bum niggaIt`s no theatrics, it`s all acrobatics (oh!)It`s all static, Clayborne DiCaprioIt`s all dramatics, the Gangs of New YorkCome at it... come correct thoughI left bodies in piles for miles, shallow shitYour girl hates you, yo she`s after my dickShe`s after my bitch - it`s all funny thoughNiggaz is corny, I`m like a bed of sharp nails...Niggaz can`t get on meI warned you straight upYour label support - can`t protect you, your fragile fortI kill for sportI`m like a white power militiaI`ll diss you and change your mission, c`mon[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]This is how it could be done...(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)This is how it could be done...(My floss ranges identical to none son)[Jacky Jasper]Your windpipe cut, your record ain`t hotCompany robot, imitating 2PacImitate life, stop wishin` deathCausin` strife, takin` a set - your life storyYour cover story, inventoryYour body`s gory, story teller, GoodfellaMichelle Gellar workin` with DJ YellaA cut breaks into sellersStack cheese, lift it laterInspectator, high price playaImitator to the innovator, traitorJudis knew this, put 9-1-1 on noticeMy lawyer show this, in the bullpen I wrote this[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]This is how it could be done...(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)This is how it could be done...(My floss ranges identical to none son)[Kool Keith]Everybody want the source on they shish kobobThey call me Frankfurt Wane, I created the place where you shitAbruptly you master, the toilet can`t flush any fasterThe piss rise up out the bowl, girls like the waterSparkle, guys put the gas in they assTwo-dollars worth in the pump stuck in your rectum at ArcoFuel on the low, the engine is heatedOpen up your stomach, look at the mirrorWhen was the last time a mechanic checked your asshole bro?You took it to the Midas touchWhy did you lie to us?Your girl - funky, cocked her ass full with cake crushTwo smells go in seperate waysThe sun is out, superstarsRide ninety degrees, with country cow shitI stash in the back of fancy carsThe brown stuff leak out your truck for hoursAll over your dark shades, you get cut with dark bladesI shit on the Westside Highway, my piss reach the top of the Palisades[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]This is how it could be done...(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)This is how it could be done...(My floss ranges identical to none son)