Текст песни Killer Mike f Slimm Calhoun - Home of the Brave
Killer Mike f Slimm Calhoun - Home of the Brave слова песни
[Big Boi]YeahIts going all the way downAquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm CalhounJust because your wearing a Braves` jerseydoesn`t mean we on the same team you playin` on bitchCool and Dre on the track, run it[Verse 1: Killer Mike]Since last heard I`m still Randy Mossand I still catch a beat runnin` when its tossedand often light green kiss my ass to coffinCut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) andcut the bull then I`m seven duece Impala whore danceAmbidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friendshit Jamacia rollin` papers turning up spotta benzCity corners I`ve been in a duece double O three BenzI`m sittin` on those dubs twinsI`m from the city where kiddies ride on dope rimsIt`s where niggaz snap shot and they ain`t takin` pictures mistaI`m well equipped to hit ya`, same birthday as HitlerI`ll getcha[Chorus: repeat 2X]Hey we rep that AA T L A N T A state of G AG A G A home of the bravehome of the brave G A G Ahome of the brave[Verse 2: Killer Mike]I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoeshe work out fit like TaeboGet my findy(?) Air Force Onesshit wait I`m so oldLast one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo`sGettin` blown in a limo, that`s my M.O.Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your templeI`ll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limboSouthern fried that`s how I ride, creed on simpleKill `em all let God seperate good from evilYou faggots do it for gloryY`alls just do it for my peopleI`m grand national built beautiful and legal[Chorus][Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]A town down Braves started cap from the land of the madeain`t no hard atrap after depts of the dungeonWe livin` artifacts where niggaz rip chickenstalk bricks, keep an artist strappedFlame throwers got us hot in the spotwreckin these dog tails through red dog stripeIt`s like all hell, block cellsmake bail and it`s back to these crooks and cakes jumpin` at next cellWhat you know about the way the whaleskiss it your body scaledI`m `bout to hit by the box of tens through the mailthen reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin` on twenty-onesWe produce many guns, we spittin` at anyonesDisrespect (?) little bowsand I`ll cock and explode upTake me to the grave, grave, home of the brave[Chorus][Killer Mike]So slums, so sligh, nigga (i`m) straight duckedyou can ask my baby`s mother she`ll tell you niggaz shitHe the type to fuck a bitchrob that bitch`s baby brother[Slimm Calhoun]And I`m the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers(?) blessing from sinNew recrutes we in it againrap so hard we flippin` againwalkin` dubs on the benz[Killer Mike]One, two, crack fiendthree on boys street jeansFour full blown hit the scenefive like trap (?)Like a thick hoe in sassy jeansrub her right she`ll creamFuck her right moan and screamkiller kill out on (?)[Slimm Calhoun]Swervin`, servin`, bouncin` the buttonslike 5 5 9 truck somethin`Two glock nines round dumpin`round my hip strap ain`t jumpin`Keep my bitch dunkin` somethin`be outlawed bangin` `em down for bustin`[Chorus] - repeat to fade