Текст песни Drunken Master f Kurupt - Kurupt Freestyle, слова песни Drunken Master f Kurupt

Текст песни Drunken Master f Kurupt - Kurupt Freestyle

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[Kurupt Drunken Master]"Yo, I`ma do this like as if my mothafuckin` homeboy Rakimwas standin` right in fromt of me right now- Y`knaw-I-mean?" "Drunken Master""Our freestyle`s like, you know,wit` a big, fat blunt in my handand some beer in my other hand"G`d up, nigga- O.G.Yeah, nigga- G`d up, nigga- O.G. Drunken MasterG`d up, nigga- O.G. Dogg PoundYeah, check it- Check it Put it onI could flip a style- Break `em down, flip a brick a mileLet `em know I leave bodies in pilesToo versitile, I could even blurry the cloudsand makin` all visions blurry- Everybody worry like`Oh, no! He`s bustin`!` Then I bust in the flurriesAnd they don`t know about me, homeboy, and observeGet all served on the top of the curve and break `em downall the time, tryin` to bust a rhymeYou just a bitch by nature, snitch and I hate `chaBreak `em down all the time, I`m the earthquakerBring somethin` to the door you never saw beforelike a 44 sawed-off in my ImpalaMy homeboy`s about to pop two in your collasLay these niggas down, homeboy, make `em hollaYou don`t know about a gangsta, homeyComin` through, just a pranksta, homeyFlip it up, get it right- Ignite mics,twice as nice, cold as ice- Oh, so preciseIt be Kurupt, youg Gotti- Headlinin`,break `em down in the potty- Can`t nobodydo it like me, homey, and I know itFuck wit` me, nigga, I`m the Poltergeist PoetWhen it comes to styles, I got `em by the dozens;just ask my momma, my fatha and my cousinsThey`ll tell ya the same- Know `em by nameRun through then spit flameHomeboys, I hit `cha dead on your terrainThey don`t wanna fuck around,they don`t got enough money to challenge my campaignThese rhymes, make `em flow like champagneDrive `em down all the time then never, ever remainSubstain, substanstula, Dracula,break `em down Blackula, tarantula.You don`t know about styles, homeyI make `em backflip, attack shit, I rap shitFree shit, M.C.`s don`t know I come through and speed shitYou know, fuckin` blaze-the-weed shitYou just a bitch, homey- You just a bitchBustin` a rhyme, you just a bitch!Bitches is all I know `cause that`s all I seewhen I look at your camp, claimin` that you ampedHomeboys get vamped and silentI bring it all, homeboy, violenceThey don`t know about me, don`t make me get violent`cause I make you leave the whole place in silence- It`s silentHuh, yeah, yeahWh-what-wh-what!Yeah, yeah "Check it out""Let me take a toke" "Yeah, yeah, let`s blaze this weed, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? Drunken Master and Kurupt!"[Drunken Master]Pop the champagne, blaze the weedProfessional Chedda Chasers got what `chu needYa don`t stop, uh,ya don`t quitPop the champagne, blaze the weedProfessional Chedda Chasers got what `chu needYa don`t stop...[Instrumental switches to "It Ain`t My Fault"`s instrumental][Kurupt]"For my niggas down in the South, AtlantaCheck it out"I heard you had somethin` that I wantI heard you was in the back, I was in the frontSo what I`m gonna do besides switch upand get `em in the side- See `em, make `em bitch upPunk, you don`t know me, niggaI heard you talkin` before, know you walkin` forthe side like you `bout to escape but I`m `bout to makesure this whole place is draped in yellow tape, homeyAnd I want the money first- Get `em right,disperse one rhyme, hit `em wit` one verse, niggaNeva, eva would you say it againor I`ma come through one time and spray it again, mothafuckaThis party is mines, rhyme for rhyme,line for line, genuine dimeBreak `em down like Napalm exploadin`On they block on the drop of a dime, I`ma come through and rockI serve `em like rocks non-stopShake the whole spot, they lookin` at me like `What I got?`Nigga, I`m lookin` at you like `Nigga, what you got?`Claimin` that you gon` come through and bust it like TupacHomey, that`s my nigga- That`s my homeyYou don`t know nothin` about it- Nigga, I doubt itIf you ain`t him, then you just a wanna beSomethin` like, you-can-grab-it like, tryin`-to-be like,see like, crip like- Nigga, come through, twist likeyou from Twin like you ain`t, punkWhen it comes to rhymes, I can do what I wantBreak these niggas down quick from the back to the frontPull out my pistol- I let it whistle like whistlin`Homey, then if you `bout to do it then start pistolin`If not, nigga, shut the fuck up thenor I`ma come through, nigga, start bustin`!I got D-A-Z, I got the S-S-S-N-double O-P, I got the D-D-P-G to the C-C. Nigga, you don`t understandwhat a real is, nigga. Punk. ("Punk, punk...")[Record being stopped]

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