Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f King Sun - Mix Tape Volume III
Funkmaster Flex f King Sun - Mix Tape Volume III слова песни
Ain`t no rapper who could stifle thisI`m twice as triflin, as Satan`s worst disciple isBetter get that through your head right quickBetter yet, you get your crew if the ?shred`s by picks?Out of nowhere, cats with no fear, show fearTrust me after that, them cats ain`t tryin to go therewhen the real dogs lock jaws to the deathI`m all up in the pits runnin hundred dollar betsHere to collect is the ironhead clad repIn the days, I waved heat at heatwave for half stepMy Boogie Nights in the hood be tight causemy goods be right, I Suge all Knight, twenty-four likeServin the raw type of smack-a-lakHavin these new jacks laid out flat, on they backWakin up askin what was that just hit emThis ironhead spittin on the Funk Flex rhythmKnahmean? It`s your man King SunFunk Flex volume threeCause them other cats straight up pussyLet me find that