Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - No More Worries (featuring Hieroglyphics
Del The Funky Homosapien - No More Worries (featuring Hieroglyphics слова песни
A-Plus:You don`t have to worry any longer. . .Yo wait a damn, minutelisten to the way the man spin iteven with improper dictionI split in & gets endsI`m lettin` suckas knowI`m fin ta buck a brothe nigga figga he can dust a pro-fessional, I test a foolI get a tooland beat him wit ithe didn`t see me wit itand this is what I`ma dotie the crime to youniggas need to find a new rhyme to doI remember when I used to grind a fewindo sacks at my wack Sr. High Schoolbut I told the Dean `Bye fool.`I graduatedhe was a man I hatedand I`m glad I made itHie-roI knowyou knowfools know, that my crew`s sophat, and niggas try to jackthen I know they got my backA-Plus must bust the wack.Casual:I`m fed up with the wackness and this weak shitso peep the style and learn how to freak shitI hope, ya, learn how ta copeby the time you peep this shit here,I`ll be three times doperyeah, this is for the trendy G`sto ya bitches, & High School enemiesall the hoesshoot me to the left & shitcause my financial state was on defecitbut I,really didn`t tripnow I`m livin` phatterand then niggas don`t mattera lot a rappers try frontin` on mebet they aint got nuttin` on meand aint no way that buck can harm meI turn the mouths of MCs into moleculesniggas locked onto me like my folliclesI swallow fools with no regurgitaionwe hurt ya face, menwhen ya placed in my path.[BRIDGE]Del:I bust assesya slow like molassesas this continuesthen you know the fastestcomputing, looting, I gets the root of thingsbitches with problemsI leave ya jaw numbI slap hoesmy rap flows alongwith the flow of the songas I flow on the bongI use Jedi mind tricksto find tricksbind tricks, tie them upthen I try and phuck then they dieand what do I care?I dare hoesand prepare flows cause I never spare those liveswho striveswith knives & sliceI parylize ya twicewith fearDel is nice to your ears.Snupe:Not of hardest, artists going farjack off from Jupiterbecause I`m shooting for the starsI`m a macknever come wackgimme a 30 second snippitI`ll rip itbecause the shit gets deepercreep ya ass as the floor rockswe got the beat hittin` hard like four copsshorts out my last recordI write my rhymes nekkidlet me give you a tipI`m on the ballsso just expect itmy rep gets phatter thinkin` about those kidsthey tried to step and got phucked like they momma didby the Mr. MostskillI did ya hoe, stillshe`s askin` for waxin` and taxin` cause she heard a hoe squealhoes I`m, getting more plays than Showtimethe demon got ya screamin` with no shineno time for regular run of the the millI`m packin` with steel boy soldiersnever no more the soul soldier.[BRIDGE]