Текст песни M-Child - Gon` Madd
M-Child - Gon` Madd слова песни
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]Associating with bullshit, got me Gon` Madd.Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon` Madd.You fuck with your boy, somebody throw me some caps,Somebody like anything before I kick somebody`s ass.[M-Child]I need green, like Don King, need a haircut,So I got with the `Kaze `cause they be hooking shit up.We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it,Since a nigga got capped, a nigga kinda got used to it.Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head.Making so much noise, a nigga wake up the dead.Keep an eye on you niggas that want a loaf of my bread,Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead.Nigga, you can test my nuts, `cause they thought I was fake,Now they (mad?) `cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates.But me, you can`t escape, `cause now I`m in your radio,Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe.I`ve Gon` Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast`,Call the school; bomb threat, got my niggas outta class.I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall,You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause.[Chorus x2][M-Child]And to you niggas in the rap game, shit we gon` start,Fuck around and how you hoes doin` shows as we got,I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas,Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I`m bringin` it.Kamikaze thuggin` it, niggas they be jockin` it,Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin` it.Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold,I`ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes.Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog;Test nuts if a nigga jump like a fucking frog.You better make way, give me room before I stray,Bombs tied around my chest, blow this bitch to outer space.I ain`t playing with you, and I ain`t fucking with your needle.Them Mound niggas crazy, we chiefin` the reefer.My niggas cappin` the geef, big bush, knockin` out teeth,Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep.[Chorus x2][M-Child]Now don`t let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep,Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest.If a nigga got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets,Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef.I creep with a hundred motherfuckers out late,Smokin` dope, sippin` syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes.Taking over shit, do whatever for the cheese,I need a bladder in the water a bitch need to breathe.Zero tolerance, step out a lyin` ass whoopin`,You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking.Overlookin` my style, sick, making niggas vomit,My clan comin` through and we clean up they Comet.Now you can look, but don`t touch, why you on it, I know you want it,That M-Child nigga, you won`t him dead, don`t he?If you just clear my weave, it`s gon` be something bad,You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, I`m Gon` Madd.[Chorus x2]