Текст песни Coolio - 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk
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Yeah, yeahFuck all these niggazYou know what I`m talkin` about WinoYeah, yeah, yeahTwo minutes and twenty-one seconds of funkand I ain`t no punkThat`s right, that`s rightA tisket a tasketthat`s all you ask itSnap your cd and drop the pieces in your casketLike little Jack Horna`, I`m still bendin` cornas`buckin` shots on your block, I`m sippin` on Corona`sUh, your McDonald had a farm wit` a six-fo on suicidesittin` in the barn wit` no alarmStraight up collected it, cool and calmcrowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who`s the rawest?My shit is flawless Had to be passin` out bruises,lacerations and broken jawsesEmcees wanna floss you better understand who`s the bossbefore I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!"Part of the penitentary still, penetratin` your grillI keep on keepin` it right, while you keep on keepin` it realI`ll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waistCoolio`s on the case, get yo hoe out my face, foolLodi Dodi, I don`t know karate, but I know a razor and none of y`all can`t fade meI know you wanna try to play me and busta`s wanna playa hate meI`m one of the dopest niggaz out Iguess that`s why they hate meCause I slang hits like niggaz slang caviI remain like khakis, I guess that`s why they mad at meOn a record you might outgat mebut you can`t outrap memy shit is fatta`and yo shit need a little bit mo batta`Freestyle in unrestricted manner or methodFree funk text readily selected, so check itUh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I`ve been rockin`these motherfuckin` microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retireI`ma be at the ripe ol` age of forty-eight or forty-ninerMy shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hiremy name ain`t Rick James but I`ll burn your ass with a fireSo, what`s your desire baby love?Is it hands wrapped around micsor fingers wrapped around triggas?Eitha` way it go I`m dumpin` and I`m dippin`still tennis shoe pimpin`, 40 Thevz in positionFee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I`m a giantand yo ass is like Jack,but yo magic beans is wackSkills is what you lackI`m like a Benz, you ain`t even like Cadillacyou mo like a RegalI`ma pit bull, and you`s a BeagleI`m set to strangle hangin` emcee`s at all anglesas their legs start to dangle,dance around everybody like Mr. Bo JanglesLos Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthornelivin with the WattsI`m sendin` out shout outs I used to drink Ol` Goldnow I just stroll straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor storeHuh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch?Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph,autograph, autograph