Текст песни Kwest Tha Madd Lad - Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)
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Ursula, where you at?Aiyyo Dan, where you at?Yo, nobody in here but me and TajJuly 23rd, watch me do itNow.. I flips like a stack of flapjacks from IHOP, when I rockIf a foe tries to flow, I cast the glow like I was Tim-exEase through MC`s like a breeze through the treesHe who disagrees please, hit the knees complain to deezWell, you know the rest but might not know Kwest, pleased to meet youIf I defeat you at least you been beaten by the bestYo.. dammmm SKIP I be riding my own dickThose with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quickCompetition best pray for repentance, can`t mention my namewithout one of these words in a sentence:Fat, Live, Lovely, Butter -- Bad NiceNasty Wicked Raw yeah there`s a lot of othersDon`t really know where my flow comes from yo, I just thinkOpen my mouth and mmmmmm there it goesOn the real to get with this you must be fastIf your rhyme don`t shine like mine, I get some bread for your dusty assYou better exit cause boy it gets hectic and I start to flex kidAnd wipe a big fat booger on your best shitI mean, how can you be expected to step up and wreck shitwhen the track was fat, but your raps is anorexic?Word to my momma bring drama and get trauma I`m a heavy bomberwhen I get a little bit of hit of marijuanaQuick to let the gun smoke, no joke so don`t provokeAsk Gimmy how the slimmy be, cause Gimmy got his neck brokeTakin props non stops is how I operate, HobbesMy words stick witcha and fuck witcha like some transit copsSo I suggest you find God or somethin, cause like Whitney Houston said"You have nothing, nothing, nothing for me!"I kept it clean but it coulda got goryYou bore me there`s the door G period end of storyOoh, I like that.. now let`s see what else we can get intoNow umm, A is for Apple, J is for Jacksbut I got more flavor than that shit so go get your money backThe skinny nigga`s on the lam, so hold your daughter ma`am I WHAM!I slice that ass so fast you`d think it was a Christmas hamShit gets flam when I start to rip shop, too large to drip-dropSo I pour, the more, hundred proof, type umm, hip-hopCute like a baby monkey lyrics got to be funkyLong and lanky kinky never stinky don`t wanna get chunkyPump me when I get out, cause without a di-doubtYou think I`m a maniac mobster the way I put hit after hit outMy A&R man tries to sham, he`ll get his heart bit outThe company must have been constipated....cause it took em a long time to get my shit out!But now that my product`s on the market, it`s timefor a new flame to spark it, and my targetis your ear, I wanna bust lyrical nuts on your drumAnd I`ll be comin on your brain cells when I comeWord up, sometimes I swear to GOD I think I`m a nutThe type to walk into a room full of diesel niggaz and scream "WHAT??!!"Smoke a L, drink a Stout, then flip the fuck outRunnin up on homeless people askin, "Who`s in the house?"Slick like Olive Oyl so tell Popeye to go up on the pu-tayI can get peppy or sleepy but not wimpy like BlutoI get scrappy with a script flipped here, a script flipped thereHere a script, there a scripttil you be like, "That kid`s the shit!"I know where my hoes goes when the hoes clothes goes offGo to a show and show my flow off for dough but never flow a doze-offOh, wanna hear some shit that`s funny? I`m SO skinnythat if I sent my picture to Somalia, they`d send me moneyHula-hoop with a Cheerio and I can probably dodge raindropsIf I had dreads I could be a mop, okay enough brain STOPWear my jeans droopy cause I`m not lacking in the SnoopyNever had a hooptie already got a group of groupiesEither catch me girl hawkin, shoppin party stalkinor on the phone talkin, or checkin the latest raps on my WalkmanSlide up in the clubs with BUTTER shit onSee how many hookers I can hit onIf there`s a mic I`m like, "Can I get on?"Finessin with no type of stressin, peeps be requestin Kwestin every session but I gotta ask a few questionsbefore I get in, or I Jet-son, hey yo GeorgeHow`s the spot, is it hot, is it well done, is it raw?What`s the four one one on hotties? Do they got bodies?Someone gettin bizem with ism or smoke is there Coke and Bacardi?Is security loose like a hoe or tighter than a virgin?Can I risk bringin a biscuit or can my shorty get hers in?Yo that`s how it runs it`s all about gettin loot, gun, hons and funfrom down sun to up sunCan`t forget the lyrics cause that`s my bread and butter, I make breadwhen I`m butter and wicked like a muhhhhhhhhhfucka!The nucca`s top choice, even though I got tight-drop voiceRhymes tasty like Duncan-Hines, I puts lots of funk in minesNo real reason for this rhyme, but then again it is a rhymewithout reason, big up to Southside and Riker`s Isle, guess I`ll be breezinThat`s how it goes, July 23rdI flip shit and remember alla that was off the top of the domepiece kidBig shout out to everybody from Southside, 105, 106, Liberty, Suston?Baisley? and all that, and I`m up out this pieceRepresentin kid, representin