Текст песни Masta Ace Inc. - Crazy Drunken Style
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[ Lord Digga ]Good good mornin, this is a warninYou slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawninYou shouldn`ta dialed 540-WAKEYou made a mistake, now your funeral`s gonna take placeI`m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my NikesAnd I just might fuck your wife, cause I`m livin trifeI gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapperCause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day afterYou little punk bastards, the Digga`s comin afterYa, strictly on a rub-out missionSay your prayers like a christianOr your punk ass will be missinLike Jimmy Hoffa, it`s the drunken hip-hopperComin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opraBut check me on the next verse, cause I`m out like Cindy LauperHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(I`m drunk, so what?)I got the crazy drunken styleHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(Give the man a taste, and he`s gone)[ Masta Ace ]I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryerIt`s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attireGoin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittinI`m swingin like my dick on the toilet when I`m shittinI try to eat right, so don`t even talk of swineGettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupineThe mathmatical abstraction, I`m waxinMaxin with action, shootin like PaxtonRing goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bellIt`s the man with the clientele, here to rock you wellKnock the red out your socks, now it don`t match your necksIt`s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck`sDrink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drinkOf the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)We got the lyrical - hangoverCheck it outIf the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)(Drunk on Friday night)Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(I`m drunk, so what?)I got the crazy drunken styleHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(Give the man a taste, and he`s gone)[ Lord Digga ]When I`m brainstormin I do more than just rainCause I`ma get you and throw your mama from the trainI`m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughterDoin shit you never thought ofSo don`t cross the Digga, cause I`m a nigga over drunk watersSo heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC`s like gizzardsAnd beat that ass when you`re off to see the wizardOh is it, that bad muthafucka? Word to scouts honorThe nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O`ConnorSo I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that`ll front whenThey really know they really don`t want nothinOver here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike AirsAgressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bearRapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair