Текст песни Deadly Venoms - All Nighter
Deadly Venoms - All Nighter слова песни
[Intro: N-Tyce]Yeah yeah, whutsup, this is N-TyceYa`ll know what im talkin bout, got them lyrics for ya nahimsayinPeople just look at me and dont think that I can rapThey dont call me a Deadly Venom fo nutinPoi-son, nahimsayin, DV`s up in hereRocks the World, holla, and ya don`t stop, yo, yo [N-Tyce]I show ya how fun rap can be, folks can`t stand meCos I`m the type that go up and except a GrammyIn an R&B dress, split past my thighsGet tipsy, open my shirt up, and flash the guysMake they eyes pop out, tongues hangingLyrically I`m nasty, like a chick that a bum`s datingYa flava`s like Juicy Fruit, it only lasts a minuteMy hairs gettin grey now, think that I should tint itTill I thought about it, probably look more raw without itI`m trynna plot on how to get a rap star impoundedCuz they don`t sound right, take em to the junk yardChump parts, stinking up the game like a skunk fart [Chorus: N-Tyce]We on fire (fire)Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter (lighter)We gone pull an all nighter (nighter, say what!)And I aint gotta go to bed no time soon [N-Tyce]If I ain`t rappin, then I prefer mackin insteadTake my stocking off my buttocks and wrap it around his headI like them buffed up Derek Jeter`sWho ain`t ashamed to walk around with a scuffed up pair of sneakersA lot of girls are into fashion, instead of rappingThink you can write somthing hotter? It`ll never happenI like people who believe in theyselfOne day I`ll be old and gray, breathin` the wealthIt`s like this, people playin` spades, takin` blinds nowA lot of artists wanting me to write they rhymes nowIm high-tech like DVD, riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E [Chorus] [N-Tyce]You wanna good woman? You should appoint meMy friends won`t even bring me around they dad cuz he may even want meI`m Hardcore like Lil` Kim`s first CDAnd hard-headed like 50 kids in a pre-school nurseryFolks be like "yo, N-Tyce, you hurtin me"Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgeryStitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it upYou see me everyday, I`m on ya wall pictured upIt`s kinda hard survivin`, I got you paranoidLike blue lights behind you in a car drivingSee I`m Nasty like NastradamusI write a lot of incomplete sentences using lots of commasTeachers hated me in school, wishing I would vanishNow they wantin` autographs for they grandkidsPlus, they wanna free concert, better learn to payYou shoulda never gave me an F when I deserved an A [Chorus 2X] [Outro: N-Tyce]Aight, heh, that`s how we kick it out here in Carolina`sYou know what I`m talkin bout baby, you what I`m talkin bout?You dont know nuttin bout that, heh, 336 entertainment on the rise!Yeah...