Текст песни Madd RapperBusta Rhymes - Bongo Breaks
Madd RapperBusta Rhymes - Bongo Breaks слова песни
* (M) indicates only Madd Rapper* (B) indicates only Busta RhymesIntro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(M)Oh shitWhat da fuck yo(B)Yeah yeah(M)Anotha colaboBusta Rhymes(B)Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthafuckers, ayight(M)For the street niggazWord up Brooklyn(B)Uh huh(M)Rhyme specialistWord up, watcha back(B)Word bondVerse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(B) Yo yo, fuck it my niggaz, You know we gon illFagot niggaz need to be quiet, and let da God build(M) Ay yo, word, peace of the God, you know shit is realStill wonderin` how it feel, to hold a half-a-milDey fucked wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal(B) Type of shit that`ll have you walk wit da illest ice grillMasquerade and sherade of robberies, niggaz stand still(M) We take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar billsBetter run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat skillzMy whole team feel, wit cats its no frills(B) Da type to wet niggaz, whenever dey mack spillRehearse robbin` niggaz, like dey rehearsin` a fire drillRandomly run up on niggaz, at dey free will(M) We strip down niggaz, and spend doe for cheap thrills(B) A couple of broke strippers, hustlin` birth control pillsWe send dem broke bitches, to boothes on Roosevelt FieldHook: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(Together)Live nigga standin` right there, yeahMy live bitches standin` right thereAnd if ya ridin` in ya truck and ya don`t giva a fuckTurn it up to ten until ya`ll niggaz can`t hear, yeahLive nigga standin` right there, yeahMy live bitches standin` right thereAnd if you ever in da front and ya smokin` a bluntAnd you don`t give a fuck blow ya smoke up in da airVerse 2: Madd RapperIn case you forgot, Ima six floor niggaA corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four niggaI spit raw nigga, Don`t know nuttin`All I Know is I want ya doe, and hoes be frontin`Word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon,After da gold and platinumHated on me first, I`m mad at demSo I Gotcha when dey sleep, and I squeeze my gat on demFlaten` Dem, Live at da Garden I`m packin` demD-Dot beats, I`m trackin` Dem, Attackin` demNamin` Names on records, gettin` back at demCloset ass homo niggaz actin` masculinePack a gun, Just in case too many of you Run up in my faceWit all dat bass, act like yall can`t get scrapedStraight erase, and take yo placeMutha fuckazHook:Verse 3: Busta RhymesCheck it out, this goes out to all my niggaz, I`m givin` you a shoutTry and figure this out, word upI`m talkin` to all my live muthafuckaz who stayfuckin` chicken head crews, and bonafied dick suckazNiggaz rollin` wild wips wit a great stash forDa boomin` system, burnin` like a portable sound clashFuck meaty bone bitches, who stocked wit a round assLivin` on a cell phone and gettin` hed in an E-ClassPlease pass the L, why you cradlin` shitType of niggaz to swindle you for yours ????? shitA dis ain`t a game niggaWe damage yo frame niggazYo I could give a fuck everyday robbin` da same niggaBark on da same nigga, make you know how to actAnd blast a low budget on even a high calibur catWord to my mother Sometimes I think Its kinda funnyHow I stay stackin` whether its mines or another niggaz moneyHook: