Текст песни J-Zone f Al-Shide, Huggy - Live from Pimp Palace East
J-Zone f Al-Shide, Huggy - Live from Pimp Palace East слова песни
(What`s your next assignment?Crowd controlIt means businessbut not - repeat - not if it means the destruction of the entire city of New York)(Alright everybody)[ Huggy ]No truth, there`s only room for adsGot so many rhymes, need to jot em down on helicopter padsPluck silly mortals off of they barstools( ? ) spot a Benz, left community service in a car poolElegant for delf, can`t describe my flowsThat`s why hoes say he`s somethin else(Go on down and tell em) Huggy`s rhymes stolen?That`s like seein a blackman in a Klan suit live rollinEaster suits torn, Indian burns some NewportsYou make as much noise as En Vogue without DawnMade three rights but still one left from wrongFrame that ass with heroin and child pornHow it got there, nobody knowsI drink to get out of bed, that`s how you know I`m drunk at shows(Yo Hug, we got space up in here)That`s aight, I`ll take the stairsCome in more colors than ( ? )In the Bronx BlancinoUpstate white boy showin off my libidoWas here more than Killroy (Killroy)You wouldn`t bring lard to a Save the Whales protestSo don`t bring icey rhymes if it`s Hug in contest(Here they are)(Their names)(J-Zone)(Huggy Bear)(Al-Shid)(He was gonna whip my ass)(I`m supposed to be impressed?)(Put your money where your mouth is)(Who is this muthafucka?)(I have someone with me I`d like you ladies and gentlemen to meet)[ Al-Shid ]I send ( ? ) to they oblivionI done won mo` fights with these mics than the Heighs got DominicansY`all niggas take this rap shit looselyCouldn`t touch me even if I snuffed you and afterwards said excuse me (my bad)Cause my click spit clips till the deliriousShit, I menopause you, they overdue when they quit gettin periodsSo we can slap box, either pack Glocks, my rap rocksEither way, y`all don`t want it like a bottle of backwashMy whole click is dumbfound, mad deep and none smileFuck around, we bring more hard time than SundowA bunch of while alcoholicsKeepin niggas on they toes like a bunch of midgets pissin at a toiletI seen players forfeit when they see Huggy and ShiddyCause we don`t see eye to eye like Ray Charles and StevieBelieve me, when I roll your squad`s foldinWhat I produce`ll have niggas sayin "Holy Shit!" like God`s calling(Now, now, don`t let me disrupt things)(Who the fuck are you?)(J-Zone, baby)[ J-Zone ]J-Zone, I got a up at chasin Napster for checksBecause I`m broker than James Evans with platinum respectSo I`m swingin for the back fences till the downloading stopsAnd pimp and rap ( ? ) till I`m rich as Gary Coleman`s pops(Yo, kids got dubs of your tapes givin you pounds, man)Tell em eat a dick until they give a nigga SoundScan(Haha, aight) But let me flip the subjectTo rappers rockin wife beaters and barely weigh a buck wetY`all need to eat a steak or something, fuck it, put some weight onSaw _Menace_ and wanna get your Larenz Tate onSP`s to Cubase to Dr. Rhythm basicsWith beats I sell fat cans of botulism casesPunk, you must be dumb, that`s a ass whippin in a canAnd rubbers make me numb, so I can never be a Minute ManCrusin on a date, pumpin Bushwick BillAnd I`m over due for a shape-up but I push dick stillBest producer on the mic? Ah-ah, never claimed it, moneyFuck it, I`ma be him though till someone come and take it from me