Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Akinyele and Sadat X - Loud Hangover
Funkmaster Flex f Akinyele and Sadat X - Loud Hangover слова песни
[Funkmaster Flex] YouknowhatI`msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don`t wanna get over! Mix tape flavor!(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover!(Akinyele) Aiyyo I don`t wanna get over!(Sadat X) I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy Ask some kids around your neighborhood block I be seen... YouknowhatI`msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!(Akinyele) Money is the swee... YouknowhatI`msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!(Akinyele) Money is the swee... YouknowhatI`msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don`t wanna get over! Mix tape flavor!(Sadat X) I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover!(Akinyele) I be the wild/Aiyyo I don`t wanna get over!(Sadat X) I be the wild cowboy got a lot of styleI be the wild cowboy got a lot of styleI be the wild cowboy got a lot of styleI be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boyAsk the kids neighbor-neighborhood blockHangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spotsSlams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds]Arms is time, with the mud for the ScudLike Mario Elli jumps out from the G lineBaby won`t you be mine, baby won`t you be mine(Akinyele)I`m flippin up like an addict kickin realismYes insane like Sadaam on the televisionflippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is himYou probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prisonListen word to the coffins of Yusef HawkinsRappers be rappin rough talkinBut I be clappin guns that be blockinTo make they ass step like a WalkManYou don`t, stand a chance against, Mr. MagnificentCause ever since the days of British WalkersA sole street talker, New YorkerWailing on your ass like like ParkerDelivering rhymes/lines like CeasearianComing from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers upMy style as sharp as a MACHETEShredding rappers like SPAGHETTIYour crew better jump back in the ovencause them niggaz ain`t READYto deal with crooksEven a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hookCause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks(Sadat X) If there`s a cure for being rich(Akinyele) I don`t want it, I don`t want it(Akinyele) Aiyyo, and if there`s a cure for being broke(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it(Sadat X)Hey life to me is no Popcorn LoveBetter saddle up this year with two glovesHome, home to me`s the rangeWhere the deers and the chickenheads get slayedBrand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboycartel, Brand Nubian I love it wellPut on intent to sell, but the Gods can`t be largein the Nubian name, I been in the gameAnd remain with the fame, and remained the sameHey your man`s comin home from jail in a monthHe`s the big diesel nigga, I`m the mid-size niggaIf you don`t want it to happen, put his pictures backup on the wall, because I`m not the homewrecker seekicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirstBut they ain`t makin moves cause they know honeybeen drinkin in bars ridin around in carsFried chicken never tasted so good, recipes fromthe Colonel`s steamy chicken boxMake the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet[Funkmaster Flex] 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1 Big shout to the Flip Squad(Akinyele) So if there`s a cure for being rich(Sadat X) I don`t want it, I don`t want it(Akinyele) Aiyyo and if there`s a cure for being broke(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it(Akineyle)Aiyyo, niggaz on my dickCause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick RickThere`s no question I`ll, damage a professionalCause I`m a big child, in this professionScatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infectionBig up to agreement rappers, don`t know the halfMovin like moonwalkers with your backwards assI`m too fast, for those who procrastinateGoin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the ApesTo play it safe, you punks better wear capesYou can`t escape, when I`m on your fire escapehangin your ass out the window like drapesYou want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chopIt`s the Ak, straight up and down, like six o`clockI`m amped like watts with a fo`-fo` that goHit that toe and shot, cause word to SadatX marks the spot when it`s time to get hot(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover![Funkmaster Flex] You know what I`m saying, 60 Minutes of Funk(Akinyele) I said I don`t wanna get over! Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy!(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! Big shout to my man Akinyele(Sadat X) Hey I don`t wanna get over! Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! you know how I do!(Sadat X) Hey I don`t wanna get over! Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo!(Sadat X and Akinyele) I said money is the sweetest hangover![Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool`s "20 Minute workout" as the song ends]