Текст песни Guru f Big Shug, Ed O.G., Krumbsnatcha - Rollin` Dolo, слова песни Guru f Big Shug, Ed O.G., Krumbsnatcha

Текст песни Guru f Big Shug, Ed O.G., Krumbsnatcha - Rollin` Dolo

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That`s right, BostonYeah, Boston niggas be rollin` dolo from state to staeIt`s nothing, we do this[Chorus]Still nobody guards I stay sucker freeStill sling rhymes hard I stay puffing treesRollin` Dolo from state to stateStill drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate[Guru]Yo, jealousy can kill so I test my skillAny pomp I can romp and stomp at willNow as I gets my thrill it`s like my daily drillYou spill raps and in (?) I`ve been made to illYou can`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walkBeen dwelling with the muggers and the murderers talkYour shocked by the way I regulate ya` obliterate ya`Erase your obsolete weak cheap data[ED O.G.]It`s this hip-hop art I stay true to, crack brew toI fuck your girl a lot better than you doThe type of lyrics I spit will never fail youBattle you online, type a letter forward it then email youTake you off the track and de-rail youGet the hell out my face don`t want to be near youDon`t want your snippets hate your album or your headshotsIt`s ED O.G. in the black-fitted Red SoxThuggin` the streets but you soft at homeYou got skills off the dome?I`m a off your domeThis is a battlefield, no time for screaming and yellingYou get smacked in the face use your ice for the swellingBesides the records I`m sellingMy momma` raised no felonOn the hunt like HelenFor whack rappers who`s jellin`This is drama not a kitty showYou want to get fucked upLike the low-budget videoI know a lot of time`s passedThe ED O.G. is still here and ya`ll still half-ass[Chorus]{Ya`ll still half ass}{Ya`ll half-ass rappers}Still nobody guards I stay sucker freeStill sling rhymes hard I stay puffing treesRollin` Dolo from state to stateStill drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate[Big Shug]It`s the return of the mouth-musher, skull-crusherPack myself with two nines and (?)That nigga all day beating down suckersSporting the game making it get more rougherThe face-puncher the hot-cruncherThe have it with gods for the law out-to-luncherThe seven-thirty, know I`m more than a sick manThe streets raised this wild ass nigga from "Murderpan"The real rapper the pimp-slapperThe put on the socks with your suit and stay dapperWhoa, the chump-choker the backwood tree smokerStash the gats in the sofa it`s all overOne life to live and that`s thatI keep my lyrics heavily packed and cocked backI`ll smash you right in your fucking face blackI`m the realest nigga what you know about thatI`m a let my skills shine like brand new chromeAnd tell them son-niggas you run with that daddy`s homeI roll dolo from state to state it feels greatAnd in two thousand get on the stage and demonstrate[Chorus]Still nobody guards I stay sucker freeStill sling rhymes hard I stay puffing treesRollin` Dolo from state to stateStill drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate[Guru]No holds barred I`m going all outI don`t think your for real I think your all mouthSo bust one for my dogs locked downAnd for my real rap lovers know I got it locked downUntill your blocked down, punks get beat downYou can`t rock a party take a seat you clownI frown upon scavengers and wannabe`sCommit atrocities upon MC`s who think they heart is mean[Chorus]Still nobody guards I stay sucker freeStill sling rhymes hard I stay puffing treesRollin` Dolo from state to stateStill drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate[Krumbsnatcha]Smokey gray Lexus, diamond necklaceWe livin` wreckless and die for these inspectorsThe four pounders, cock the name on you out-of-townersAnd what, henne` filled cups peep the diamond cutIce, paradise, living in the thug lifeMarried to the game fuck a lame diggin` out your wifeLoving all these block wars do shit that`s uncalled forMake money in your spot get it locked, shoot down fourFor all your ghetto revenuesSpraying through any avenueRunning I`ll be grabbing youHog-tied and smacking youWith heaters on purposeHold you hostage like you was TurkishAnd your pussy ass elevated gut it down your worthlessThese thoughts is vivid and we talk if you live itRappers brag about a town but don`t get respect in itAin`t a damn shame, whats thats man`s nameThat got a flame to his nutClearing out his spot with a rusted hookTrust me it`s not this entertainmentAsk the judges that face me on the arrangementPlus I came with, hundreds of niggas that think the sameThe plastic hotter than acid to melt the brainYou know the rest man

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