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Текст песни Mountain Brothers - Opin Wide

Mountain Brothers - Opin Wide слова песни

[Verse One]Chops burn the house down, we build it from the ground underRun through your town, catch pounds and bounce like flubberHotter than a Stevie Wonder summerMakin tracks to Spank that ass like thank you, can I please have anotherA number of hip hop lovers listen to my disc and discoverThe shit I write tight like hip huggersMines the type of rhymes to make your eyes bug out like Chris TuckerFace turn the color purple like your name was Danny GloverMakin amateurs shudder one by one, take a numberCall me Land O` Lakes cause I`m the man that makes the butterIll repute makin chumps suffocate, months to recoverFull throttle, lay tracks and burn rubberYour fool`s gold is gone and lost its luster (ha)So now you wanna give me love, I got a special place for your lips to puckerMy brainstorms thunder, sucker run for coverMountain Brother with the wallet that says "Bad motherfucker"[Chorus: repeat 2X]Everybody got a mic, everybody got two tablesEverybody got a deal, cause everybody got their own labelBut ain`t nobody bringin it like this, so yoAll y`all motherfuckers can open wide[Verse Two]Y`all need to exchange your mics for somethin elseSee this ain`t purple rain but nobody digs your music but yourselfIt ain`t nothin to me, I judge an emcee by hearin if what they say is rawNot the guest appearances your label pays forThey put it out expecting miracles, but ain`t nobody hearin youAnd them cats sold you leftover materialY`all toys ain`t even Tickle Me Elmo, y`all Teddy RuxpinLast time I made some shit like that, disposed of it by flushinGuess what ?fan, your style is need of a suntanYou only rapping cause you got rejected from a punk bandMagnificent butcher, the one man Butch and SundanceYou know who it is, see, my crew ain`t new to thisI say screw the music biz, cause most of my favorite groupsThey either sold the fuck out or their label gave em the bootTook your soul to the pawn shop, trade it to make a name for your troopsHopin to make some loot, but only made your soup cause[Chorus][Verse Three]Now see, playa please, talk like you makin cheese, you ain`t WisconsinI read your contract, you gettin jerked liked Navin JohnsonYou rhyme about your clothes and jewelry, soundin like you suck meatAnd past that, your raps is half assed like one buttcheekUrinate in the talent pool, shallow plus a foolFrom your rhymes, you can tell you took the little bus to schoolYour weak thoughts sound like you allow money to dictate emAnd plus, your beats sound like a kid made em when they was just playinMade the mistake of not makin chops your producerTry to play the big dog, now you`re sayin, drop the chalupaSo while you`re washed up like a loofah with no futureWe singin We are the champions, no time for losersAnd y`all so called independent ?staples think y`all a labelMakin CDs that ain`t good enough for holdin drinks on coffee tablesListen to the shit you`re kickin, what was that, an exhibition?You`re not underground, you`re just wack, know the difference[Chorus]

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