Текст песни Drag On - We All Can Get It On, слова песни Drag On

Текст песни Drag On - We All Can Get It On

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(whisper)Strike the match Flame on motherfuckers My gun I aim lower My words is a flame thrower Watch me end yall with somthing that`ll make your skin crawl I`m only 8 tall ok yall? But I lay down law And I lay down yall so y`all better praise(a) the lord No room to breath. Knowin shh And the shit I spit be red and orange And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats Cuz I`m fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out I pull in shouts like BLOW! Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd? They all seek cover when they see that black rubber Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers It was one alone Covered with shellack ready to die black Lets talk about guns, and how y`all don`t bust none Thease niggas here, y`all doing lest busting lot of ducking Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y`all bust is nuts Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom If yall can get it on, then we can get it on We all can get it on... (x3) FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS(x2) Ya niggaz packing gats and stones Fronting on your man clones Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks Let him think theres peace And give him somthing to remember Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body missing till December Sneakers off Close casket, blew his cheek off By the way be careful who you speak of Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that While yall in all black When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap Motherfuckers... Soon as yall think your beef is sweet I`m gonna lay in the streets and let y`all niggaz throw quarters on me Can you spare change for your life? Change for what? Thats when I pop up With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong I dont know what you thought I`m gonna do you like I do a Newport And step on kid, smoking him down till his head gone Hook I`m straigh housing shit Yeah, ya niggas is ballers But I`m the nigga bouncin` it if Ruff Ryders is announcing it Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it I dont care if you sellin it, this is music how we sound with it? Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it skip town for it, get under the ground for it So nigga, dont ignore it Unless your ass is deaf this is gonna be your last breath Your last S. and S. check with your hands crossed over your chest I dont give a fuck what ever I gotta take care, I get it done If its money, I owe nobody Except a few hot ones And if your 18 and under, this here`s your last test And I`m gonna teach you in the class with the past tense, lil bastards C is for class or for casket. So get your books up And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up Dont tell me that you shook up You konw I keep my stacks crossed So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up But you know what? Then you woke up Some body smoked you smoke up You know what that mean You broke, and you `bout to get broke up Hook (out)

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We All Can Get It On

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