Текст песни DJ Butter f Kon Artis, Obie Trice - The Do Do
DJ Butter f Kon Artis, Obie Trice - The Do Do слова песни
Ha, ha, ha, haYo what up, its Essman Spectrogams, my manKon Artis, Obie Trice, Denaun PorterDJ motherfucking Butter, shit happensThat`s right, 2000-2001, D-Tweezy[Kon Artis]Knockout blows, mics get torn, out the frame without metronomesNiggaz want money, we send they ass homeWithout cab fare after my dick get blownThe sign says no smoking so we smokeThe bill come after we eat so we break outLoudmouth at the lunatic house With a bunch of Looney Tunes that`ll go right in your mouthWe the reason for split wigs, blood puddles shot up deadBaby momma with no daddys and 8 kids, criticize thisYa`ll all can drink elephant piss and eat shitGuess you didn`t listen the first timeWhat am I supposed to do, keep wasting my talent on battle rapsFuck that, I do this for BugzThe only battling I do is when I`m shooting up clubs DJ Butter, Obie Trice, shit can happen, D-Twezzy[Obie Trice]Aye yo I spit through the music equipmentI talk shit to your chicks like I was intestines son of a bitchI lay ya flat like Charlie Batch the quarterbackGetting sacked by that lineman, we feeling this asscrackO Trice the famed faggot I`m passed thatI`m out for the ass cap literallyBust a slug in your right cheekFrom these verbal tethlon that motherfuckers speakI run the blocks with a slew of freaksThat love jacking niggas to accumulate heatAccommodate them bitches with the seatsStrip ya car empty sit it on the streetI hope ya got ya policy back, no apoligy for thatDVD that was snatch, niggas catch wooden batsLoose steel gats, juvenile thugs running up in ya flatFuckin with us, you need aspirin for the actIts an outcold feeling in hearing ya fibula crackObie trice and Kon Artis the hardestRegardless, flawlessThat`s why Butter brought usButt ugly bitches wanna record usAnd be sugar mommas and take us off the cornerShit happens