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Текст песни DJ Kayslay - Census Bureau (featuring D12)

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[Intro: Kon Artis]Yeah, we straight from the census bureauHaha, Runyan AveWe lookin for yo` mommaD-12 - where yo` momma at?Miko – where yo` momma at?Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo` momma at?I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin assHey Em where yo` momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh)Yo..[Kon Artis]You know me, Denaun the same ol` niggaI spray paint your car up like Rain-O niggaSee me and you are sorta like the same I guessWe both rock mics but yours is into our chestYou can`t do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave`s unrulyAnd truly this ain`t a movie, you get slapped with the toolySo pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energyto steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wildPiggity-pow, nigga be outYou don`t really want war, I`m chillin at your doorThis uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floorI can`t be a punk, my daddy wasn`t noneI lose a fight after school and I came home and got oneYou reap what you sew, that shit you oughta knowI keep it on the flo` under the seat – I ain`t a hoe![Chorus: Kuniva] + (Kon Artis)You know it`s been a while but we feelin it now(The rough sound muh`fucker, niggaz killin it now)Goddamn! You don`t want no problems B(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)It`s that same ol` shit, niggaz back again(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)[Swifty]A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of maceSlap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seedI`ll be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beamAnd put it right on my headYou don`t be takin heed, you probably idol the FedsHavin meetings to recite what I saidLiable to have you in a medical roomWalk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on"You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*}Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than IYou would swear that I`m a GeminiI kill a guy for nothin - eye to eyeAnd I ain`t gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethinGot a pump that`ll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcassYou would think you in Death Row`s office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}(Hang a nigga!) I`m ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpitsSurvive and I`m gettin up high without a flaw bitch![Chorus][Proof]I`m a dog on the mic that`ll brawl out with ChristGet to cappin at your captain `til he fall outta lifeI`m all outta nice, nigga tuck your chainPut holes in your head and finger-fuck your brainFool fuck this game, I`m poppin at coachMomma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was brokeI ain`t feelin nothin you wrote so I`m stompin your throatShow up at the hospital and start punchin your folksI`m a uzi with arms and legsDuty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-madeSpittin the right game so yo` ass can get laidthe fuck down, I don`t give a fuck now, whassup?Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nutsDon`t get it twisted at the gates, the name is ProofAnd I`ma kill every man that came with you[Bizarre]Yeah, yeah – KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up?44-mag and tear your whole door upPink shower cap and, yellow drawersMy dick`s so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to workThat`s why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)So tell your momma hit me on my cell phoneI ain`t home, I`m so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones[Chorus][Kuniva]Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that`s born crazyA triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitudeI step on your shoes and won`t say pardon - be cautious!Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna beWild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seatNigga now you know it`s me, I got a .44 wit meBitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like FloetryHomie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit meIt ain`t no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons beWave the people-mover, crowd-controllerRob niggaz `til my pockets look greener than YodaAnd you know that I`m the +Shady+ type, the crazy typeThat`s probably why promoters never pay me rightWe a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool againI`m bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again[Chorus][Outro: Bizarre]Yeah.. D-12.Devil`s Night.. part two..The drama.. continues..KaySlay.. hahahaha..

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