Текст песни DJ Hurricane f Gipp, Pharoahe Monch, Xzi - Connect
DJ Hurricane f Gipp, Pharoahe Monch, Xzi - Connect слова песни
[DJ Hurricane]East, West, check this outCheck it, ye-yeah, ye-yeahEast East, West West, South South..[Chorus: DJ Hurricane]I got that East coast connect, West coast connectDirty South connect, so show some respectWhen my niggaz comin through you see we comin correctWho are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?[Xzibit]I`m the wrong cat to call out; we fall outThe police gon` have some dead bodies to haul outAll out in the open for the world to seeAvire-X to the Z-I, B-I-TV.I.P., you`re small time, three on threecause you can`t ball accurately, tackle the beastStomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behaveShit, we blaze to make a nigga act his ageI`m tryin to write the phrase that paysYou kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wacknessPreach what you practiceHere we seperate the real niggaz from the actorsA&R`s, MC searchin, suck my cactus!Blackness surround your sight and soundas Xzibit hit you and you hit the groundMy chips ain`t never gon` be down, watch me smokeand flatline the first nigga to cross this line[Chorus][Gipp]It`s the Gipp Goodie, we kick the soul slangto yo` block, or they streets, we all gon` hangWe like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper carsTop down, with the candy paint jobImport export up and down the highwayOld ladies transportin straight through the skywaysIn the corner in the five(?) I got purple hazeFat knot short sess with the tree ton(?)These streets we run, rapper refundYou ridin up but we want yo` flows old like GirbaudsWe hold, everything it takes to create the odesto North to the West to the South againIf it`s war that you want just pull the pinRules we don`t break `em, we refuse to bendIf you don`t build right you better take yo` ass homecause some catch stray bullets all alone[Chorus][Pharoahe Monch]I got the Chevy Impala shit, street scholar withcollarless, Japanese aikido with, Rottweiler mixedTop dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rapGun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "Fuck that"You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addictionStyles, multiply like Japanese mathematiciansCut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminalsI`m the subliminal AdolfI`m the bomb that`s attached to the time of a tickerfigure or swastikaQuicker to pick a form of execution, pull itBullet, to the head instead of eletrocutionThe rambunctious, bump in yo` trunk shitTotally insane, Hurricane with Pharoahe Monch, GippXzibit the West coast (??) (??) we gotNew York wearin slippers and the South wearin hoodies[Chorus 3X][DJ Hurricane]Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeahGive it up, uh-huh (Dirty South) ye-yeah, ye-yeahGive it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake itUh-huh, kick it (Dirty South) uh-huhShake it.. uh-huh, shake itC`mon, give it up (Dirty South){*fades out*}