Текст песни Ghostface Killah f Sheek Louch, Styles P - Metal Lungies
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[Intro: sample]World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiereWorld, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere[Ghostface Killah]What these clown niggaz hollerin`?What they need to be hollerin`, is "There go Theodore!"Put the ball down, we can`t scoreThey pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broadsYou see us comin`? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitchCrystal` Dana Dane`s wrapped around your neckLookin` rich, baow, you fucked up nowSee my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptownShouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root poundsMy buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummyAsk the click, yo, they spit metal lungiesDetach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonseeDidn`t mommy tell y`all niggaz to wear clean undies?See y`all should of listened to herShe knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accurPlease for Ms. Gale`s sake, and her seedsPass the flurry, ain`t fuckin` around, they knocked to her weave[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Uh-oh... (word up) This still... (what you talkin` bout, baby?)Real kids spit that shit..[Sheek Louch]Let`s go, let`s go, let`s go, yo, yeahMe and Starks clear projects parksWith our `93 shit, army coat green and light tan ClarksNiggaz think I`m lucky, bitches wanna fuck meAnd put me in the tub with them like I`m a rubber duckyI got a revolver in the pump about the size of ChuckyI remember faces easy as I tie my lacesHere, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin` bracesI spit an iron lungie, yeah, I`m old school like the Iron MonkeyMy shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin` donkeyI got heavy chrome, niggaz don`t care if you live to dieThey happier than Marbury homeYa`ll niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz feel meLouch gotta eat, ends gotta meetThe hard shit you kickin` bout is on beat as TweetThis is Theodore, D-Block, the year adoreIt`s son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like..[Chorus][Styles P.]Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with GhostfaceI don`t sell millions but I get millions from the v`s who smoke baseSomebody leavin` out with a poked faceTone, you burnin` to kick his teeth out, and sware don`t catch no caseI`mma make you look like you smoke taste, and we don`t leave no traceThese rap niggaz sware that they so safeI don`t wanna talk to you holmes, I don`t communicateMy guns they in my hand, one in my palmAnd I could dial your number, like a smile off the faceWith the H.K. 9, I`m the all black hummerMetal lungies`ll spit the grungiest shitHungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clipTell them rap niggaz to suck my dick, fuck the industryAnd shift, shut down the store, bust my shitI got some hustlin` ass niggaz that`ll pump my bricksAnd some dust head niggaz that`ll dump my clips, what?[Chorus]