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Текст песни LA The Darkman f Shotti Screwface - 4 Souls

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Intro:This is how we goin` doWe goin` do this rightWord, word is bondKnow what I`m sayin`This is LA wid the trackKnow what I`m sayinYou know how we doWord up, yoLet Dark pass no stunting>From the realBetter get your 4 pound GodLet`s proceedYo, what yo, yoVerse 1: LAI run up on rap like Boo Smith on a hatchbackPut my patch down cause a head crackI`m trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugsThree-headers, nothing better 5% and thugsStyle tight like O.J. glovesNiggas state to state take a bug`Cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugsIt`s the coke that got me caught,in this dead train of thoughtWe stepped the coroner theft law from the Bronx New YorkHolding a pitchfork for creamEyes on high beam, 13Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiendsNow realise my anger as I craft my chamberWith no parental vision made a fucking head-bangerWho`s in change a, you dis this judge you get finishedDisrespect Darkman you get slapped with a GuinessKid spin it, baby MC`s I`m just choking `emMy shit hits the town like 300 pounds of opiumWhat, turbulence which is your first defenceScripts stay scrapped to kill an action-packed defenceCocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loft Now lyrically candy topping niggas and buttered softAs the holocaustVerse 2: ShottiPrepare for the killin` shieldSight you lose to nightmares Stan man and my desert ???Then I slip to the US, and then,The battle thought you had me screw-finched hologrammedYou can stick it to deathTalk means you scotEinstein dangerous mind2 heads and 4 eyesThis man X, I`m known when I`m off my shift Scarf on my waist pull then I`ll scorch your faceI`m like a copy-cat killerBorn for strangling niggasThen pull figuresReceive and rob the spot like DillingerSettle cap like ???I`m saber-toothed coming at youForfeit the minds can`t win wit` no .22Get nuke and henny rock 80 proofIn the hood, never sipping while I`m drinking my jewelDance to my ritual, lower you into my seanceBitch wearing AvonMissing me ?on the rap song?I`ll buck, you frontin` wit out that GK bubbly stuffGang games for schools that`s why your whole shit gets laced upWith the mic as my staff I inscribe my witchcraft with full blastBuddah cut, shot these screw catsVerse 3: LAWhen I`m lifted Rip shit up kid quick I`m bustedOn any demon puffing hizo can`t be trustedLustic lyrical blunts be like mudDARKMAN THE KING, lampin` on my throne of bloodLynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin` your door inBlastin`, rip, flippin` your shit, rippin` your organsTriple darkness, lies trap a constant rip jugglerSnake eyes dedicated undercover smugglerAs I cut youI slice your brain right without the micVivid literature pictures shine like four nine lightsTime in space, grab your head-bands, suffocateCall me Chester so i had to let them rappers I wake on fuck `em breakI hold crack like your assLick shots from the techs then jet through the wet grassBubble worth like a bass,Darkman instancy, sniff canibus living part in the Caribbean SeaThrough your history the dark scenes will make you ears beamTalking `bout hitting rap then sit back and hit your weedLA can walk through walls stand straight up in fireLook at your eyes look at my eyes pussy and tell me who`s higherDarkman empire guard you now like a gunLoading wid nine rich niggas and I`m bound to be the tenth oneVerse 4: ShottiRead my jungle Got the far eye see shot predatorDetonator blowin` up city blocksWid` a large wattsAbout six clocksThat`s high potent killers on each corner Wid guns ready for smoking Six sense Indian head hanchoYo my peso got royals that screw CastroOperation statement my technique will be an experimentFor my alliance I catch skins of ten lionsWhat you trying tasting this sawed off ironAdjustable punk fashion came out your whole batchMy plan to wrap this town like SaranAll I need is guns and a few good menShotti, stay like Scarface wid a key to shoot somebodyCome get me, my fingers dipsy, Who`s coming whippy, I`m a yippyFirst enemy who`s stealin` filthySize `em up break `em down I`m guiltyMy sons is wit` meShot like 150 watts and fistful like Kung-Fu plotsWid my sing-sing shotYou form something that can`t be stoppedGot a glock the fuck up your snot box wid a shotWhat!Outro:Sing-singKnaw what I meanLA The DarkmanShot these fool faced keep your boots lacedMany many fakes and gun rulesM-A-D, wealthyKilla Bees

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