Текст песни Method Man Redman f Damian "Jr. Gong" Ma - Lyrical .44
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[Redman] Selecta come!!!!![Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio[Verse 1: Method Man]Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo`If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo` noseI`m a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistleCheckin `em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it goI couldn`t wait to do a song right, hardly `gon do ya wrongTime to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. GongSo selecta, come with it, awww shit itNow y`all done did it, supper ready y`all come get itNow who `gon stop me block me pop lock me knock meJamaica posse most high Haile SelassieAllah willin, another sound boy killinI`m hot bitch I don`t catch cold or catch feelingsThe truth be the ghetto youthAnd Def Jam y`all know the Meth Man take care of his famThat`s what y`all better doExamine our skin we plannin to winWorldwide tell the people we be jammin again[Verse 2: Redman]Make way for Reggie HammondI, dig `em out then tie `em up for randsomeI, shoot at your feet make you start dancinI`m pissin on your picnics where ya campinDoctor got the ziplock from ZiggyWhen the zig zag roll I`ll rip your zip codeGot bitches fucked up off the hypnoI tip toe, then wait till they bend over(There I go) Aiyyo moneyI got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties(Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air(Blaow!) Selecta guns in the airNo Belvedere it`s Tiger Bone to get it crackinAiyyo dread right or wrongI`m a sinner, winner of the underground swimmersEat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up[Chorus: Redman]I don`t care about your blinb bling blingOver here we let them things ringBLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to meBLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it upI don`t care about your blinb bling blingOver here we let them things ringBLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One timeBLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]I neva wonda why so much ganja reach yaAnd dem a wonda how so much conquer featureBlunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and PeterTeach it like a teacher preach it like a preacherPut you in a feverPussy couldn`t style mi up plus no under achieveGimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senoritaJr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach yaDJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleachaJumpin off on di truck, you best believe yahBabylon a smell skunk and couldn`t get mi neithaWell ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippledSo mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopenEverytime when we hear some politician trippinWhen a di big ting promote I`m right there wid di clip inSo just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippinGot a big forty five it`s trigga finga lickinThen mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don`t know what`s happeninDem wonderin how yuh get so slim it`s like yuh fat and go gymGet mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbinIt is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppinHey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchenIf a gal try dat she`s a dead pigeonWell woman a tear off mi pants stitchenNatty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchinIf a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missinRastafari dun tell yuh don`t listen[Outro: Marley]Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio