Текст песни Eminem - Macosa, слова песни Eminem

Текст песни Eminem - Macosa

Eminem - Macosa слова песни

[Young Zee]
*Talking*
I`m allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...
This the Outhouse...
Lemme smoke a joint first...
Here, Pace...
[Young Zee]
95% of all y`all rappers butt
And y`all ride dick so much y`all gon` make me nuts
You`ll get your jaw clocked, I`ll drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermate`ll do a date rape
Zee can`t wait, I`ll go Great Bank on a blank tape
Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice `fore you catch me usin` trick dice
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin` pills, fuck takin` some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
And fuck hoes raw dog `til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, y`all better bust
I`m the one you`ll never dust, it`s still the same as it ever was
I`ll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
And scream, "If y`all ain`t Outz then y`all could ride my balls!"
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin` this rap shit since `85
Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa

[Slang Ton]
Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
Put `em in the hospital and give `em a poison IV
My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
We sip lots of liq` shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
Shit I be dyin` for is your piece of shit hobby?
You borin` like Oran Dice, I`m more than hype
Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites
Ton Slanga, I`m dopin`, pills and cokin`
Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin`

[Az-izz]
Now, when your partner die, who got the right
To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when you`s `bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
I`ll blast the guy that don`t pass the lye
Leave him paralized and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that`s by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

[D.U.]
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco

[Pace Won]
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all that
Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
Don`t need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck out you, remember us
I`m the man your father never was, or could`ve been
Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would`ve went
Got it down, yo
Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn`t "Take The Crown Home"
Try to call me out and get the dial tone
Pace Woner, dickin` 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer

[Eminem]
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein` chased
For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides`
And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides
I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
And chews on human body tissue `til its stomach gets full
Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin` shit`s cool
Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid`s stool
I had a dream I blew up with half a mil` sold
And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone`s billfold
I`m from the city where the weather`s always real cold
And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin` steel-toed
We be hangin` on the block `til dawn
Stayin` spaced out like Dr. Octagon
Feelin` for the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah
Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

[Young Zee]
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
We fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets us high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin` this rap shit since `85
Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa
Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa

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