Текст песни Geto Boys - Read These Nikes
Geto Boys - Read These Nikes слова песни
(Oh my goodness!)(Hit it)[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]Here I go again, another brawl, a conflictSomebody finna get they ass kickedIf you ain`t down with the Geto BoysGet your happy ass outta dodgeThe rumors you heard ain`t slanderWillie D don`t give a fuck about a goddamn by-standerSo when you see me clutch my fistGet out the way or get t-rolled, bitchI`m inclined to physically whip your assBut if you wanna blastMake a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reachAnd you gon` have a damn funeral next week>From the hardest to the softestFor me to beat a nigga down is a day at the officeSee, my appearance is so damn flyIt makes em say, "Hm - he`s a nice guy"So a nigga try to play me like a hoeOh-oh, oh shit, damn, that`s a no-noI get dead on his ass, so when I`m strikinHe bet no fall, or I`ma make his ass read these Nikes(Oh my goodness!)[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]You read these Nikes, cause you`re fucked up, punkHere`s the definition of gettin your ass stomped(I`m a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)So you weak-ass hoes keep dreaminBushwick, can I get a witness?(Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)Yeah, and when I form this gestureDon`t call mama, cause the bitch can`t help yaBetter yell for a paramedicOr somethin that nature, cause I`ma try to break yaAss into muthafuckin particlesLet`s see if I can get you in a newspaper articleTo hell with emotionsI don`t stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotionRemorse - what the fuck is that?I beat your mama ass and go get a six-packGettin mild, I don`t play that shitFuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitchNigga get beat, oh mamaBut if she fucks with meHer ass is gonna read these Nikes[ Bushwick Bill ]Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafuckaAnd left your trademark upside his head[ Will ]Yeah man, that was one of my ??? NikesI usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]I don`t give a fuck who you hang with, trickFriends ain`t shit when you`re gettin your ass kickedBut if your buddies wanna get in my mixChop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitchIt ain`t nothin but a mere formalityEvery sucker muthafucka is a casualtyI kick ass, you won`t ever dissLook at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint>From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kidNow do you wanna make a bid?I didn`t think so, cause I`d have yoAss screamin just like a damn hoeWhen I hit ya in your goddamn mouthAnd show you what a real nigga`s all aboutWhen I dispose of your ass like wasteAnd nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin faceYou`re readin these NikesLook at you now, muthafucka!(Oh shit!)Look at...(Oh! Aw, hold up, manHold up, shit, aw, come on...Alright, man, alright, I quit, manI quit, alright - aw shit)...fuck with me!(Oh man)(Hit it)[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]Here`s an incident that got me sent to the slammerI`m at the club rappin to this hella hammerThis bitch was holy, severely cutSo I`m rappin to her, right? To see if she`ll fuckI never asked if she was taken, cause honestlyThat type of shit don`t matter to meJust when we was leavin out the goddamn doorSome trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whoreI let the fool file with a diss or twoBut the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issueSo I pulled out the 9mmAnd bust his ass in the head, you could see the Blood gushin out his goddamn skullHe played hisself, now his ass gettin druggedI was charged with aggravated assaultBut before I got off his ass...I made him read these Nikes(Oh my goodness!)