Текст песни D-12 - Bring Our Boys, слова песни D-12

Текст песни D-12 - Bring Our Boys

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[iq]Your fakeness is atrociousPost is deep in your hypnosisThen focusRoll thisAnd smoke thisLike lsOf that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bellsA hiphop refugee like praswellTravelin citysPimpin babblin biddysGame trump tight and solidifiedComupterizedTo get rid of spiesKnow what I do to guysShootin and spittin liesIm banished in exisdenceVanishin any instencesBrandishin sentencesProovin repentencesThe only way to see me, dont miss theseMe and my crew smoke so many trees thatI piss leavesNever _my bitch pleaseBut keep smokin my system, roll blunts its all tightOn an off nightI still smoke like exaust pipesAnd bust a universal flowAnd blow your wig back like niggas with toupesDrivin a convertableAnd further moreI run the boardYour shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounceBack with a bungee cord[chorus]Bring your boys inWe can bring the noise inYou dont wanna fuck with dirty dozen[repeat 4 times][bizarre]My crew is like a mazePut fear like ex-slavesWho wanna step to this microphone and think that they braveDozen always startin the fuckin beefI dont care if your from kansas Im killin the fuckin chiefBack the fuck up Im releasin my dumb-dumbsTell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1Im the starThat they call bizarreSmokin blunts with mel far (? ? )In my brand new car_wanna see meEven if I was in arizona Id still request iced teaBizarre dont give a shit about youOn top of the mountain aint nothin your bitch-ass crewCan doSick emcee that they call peterTreat your crew like an unexpected meterReaderFuckin more shit than howard corsellButt-fuckin jassabellsIn nasty hotels[chorus][proof]How you think your crew sound compared to thisIts the team that your entire clique scared to dissDemandin attention when the glock soundYall niggas to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock downIm brown like bobby, pullin hoes like whitneyTake your title, kill your moms so you wont forget meLips sealed nigga I might blow important plotsWhoever fronts is gettin done like micheal jordans popsSure Im number one translator my fame dirty dYall niggas gettin hung like this was 1933Got word of meNow fleeCause you dont got a chanceDeath is 3 easy steps so now we gotta danceSo look awayDont playWith the style masterI love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pastureLyrically Im sick, ill everything but soberMy nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over[eminem]Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit chaRipped the ass right out ya pants like a dovermin pinchaLike the cobra and ninjaMy intentions to injureAnd prevent yaFrom enterin from the edge of my centerOr get your muthafuckin pants split at the creasesFuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseasesMy duty is to keep a strange abard (? ? )I guard my sector like a saint bernardAnd this aint the yardBringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slingerDroppin your whole clique with one fingerTil none lingerBeware of my dogs attackin like a pack of great danesChargin like freight trainsThrough the great plains[chorus]

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Bring Our Boys

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