Текст песни Mac Dre - Rapper Gone Bad, слова песни Mac Dre

Текст песни Mac Dre - Rapper Gone Bad

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[ VERSE 1 ]I`m a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yamsAnd I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid drainoVerbal volcano, they love me, cause they knowI`m cut from the cloth that real men are made ofBitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay loveAttackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingoThe Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first singleBounce and shake what your mammy gave youIt`s the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequinHoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"I`m fabulicious, game nutriciousBreak bitches like dishes and drink like them fishesBoy, put some of that yukon jack in the bagAnd come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)[ VERSE 2 ]I`m a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was FuriousBitches goin delirious even though it ain`t that seriousYou`re curious? Well, listen to these lyricalsThem suckers tryin to knock this, it`s gonna take a miracleI`m seasoned with the game that o.g.`s told meGot laced like Luke did by Obi Won KenobiOr Yoda, hold a, mic in my right handAnd when I`m sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstandI strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double dI see us after the show at the hotel Double TreeCool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get meanCause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i`m the GreenGiant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quickCan`t be on this ball team unless you wanna help get gritsLet`s get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopesThey try to fight the feeling, but it`s hard to ignore your folksMac D with the r connected to the e (me)Might be at the bar drinkin HennessyIn between the sheets I`m a freak and a cold piece of workMy puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)[ VERSE 3 ]A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hortSmoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quartsBendin corners in somethin ninety-newLookin real ragoon on my way to see ChueyBoy, I`m on the air gettin heavy rotationBut I`m still a player with a Chevy on DaytonsI`m hi-po, and the five-o really can`t stand meGot posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and TrannyChirpin every time I shift gearsIn that `95 Impala with them gold-dipped gearsPut some of that 151 in the bagCome fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)

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