Текст песни Frankie Cutlass f June Lover, Sadat X, R - Politics & Bullshit
Frankie Cutlass f June Lover, Sadat X, R - Politics & Bullshit слова песни
Intro/Chorus:You and you and you, clap your handsI want, you and you and you to clap your hands, I wantYou and you and you, clap your handsI want, you and you and you to clap your handsVerse One: June LoverMake a hole, niggaz up, comin through blastinWho`s reactin, I would like to know, where`s the action?Can I get a piece? If so point me outTo your livest MC, without a doubtHey I gets down for mine haven`t you heardBreakin niggaz off somethin real proper wordYou can`t see me, and as I appeared on the TVRepresentin Stapleton`s click known as GPI`m bad news, rippin clowns in twosTake a minute to adjust, pump the Reebok shoesAnd I`m Swayze, leavin niggaz misty and hazyFuckin like a mad Russian from here to HaitiLadies, I keeps em locked down like bikesGame uptight like a boricua in some bikersShorts I take none that`s word to my motherReputations, really makes people wonderCan I take em, shake em, one timeBut I won`t lose composure, freeze when I froze yaThirty-two below just-ice sacrificeto the Gods of rap, true indeed infactYou couldn`t handle, acrid pain of insanethoughs of seven and a half ounces of brainWisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteousWho be building in the ciphers, clap your motherfuckin handsChorusVerse Two: Sadat XI got the soul of James, with the flames on the hornI`m at Carnegie Hall, with a fist full of dollarsThe heavy man sings while the caged bird hollersFrom, lyrics to birds, guerilla tactics like the SerbsThe kid wanna be at the bar with the big boysI`ll serve that ass a glass, this should be a blastI rhyme real fast, but I can still reach the massOh you got some heads with that lime green grass?Put it in the air, in war everything is fairAnd violent off the hoarse, you don`t file for divorceOn the grounds that I left a pound around in your crownNow Rule rip, but also Boogie DownI be the man on the stage like the man on the waxThe blue collar MC with the blue collar jobWalk around on the streets with my blue collar mobTrain wrecks couldn`t cause more damage than a runaway XTwo-one-five line is up in your behindI rock from one-oh-six, all the way to one-tenBlack puerto rican and dominicanI came to rock for all my people and my uptown fans, c`monChorusVerse Three: RedmanI endeavor, clever, Funk Doctor brings the storm weatheryou ready or not it`s time to set shop upLock up your doors while my metaphors make your glock pop upChief unique Rocka, bitch knockaFuckin up the place with unseen extremesDisaster that Freddy couldn`t possibly imagineBeatin down beats like BeatNuts bruise crewsDamage your conscience, totally fuckin your sleep upI need that OJ Juice in my systemThat make us income, of the victimsFreaky deaky, blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous MindsI`m the expert mic cord stranglessBang the head like a car wreck collisionMy reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittinThe submission, go through thirty packs of rubbersFrankie Cutlass, use the cutters, fuck yaDemolish, leave most MC`s joblessBoxin, apple cobblers, at Roy RogersI make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my armaggedeonPlus make Martin, get to steppinWhat cha wanna do when I`m comin for youRun through your fuckin crew like the flu, check itChorus