Текст песни MURS f El-P - The Dance, слова песни MURS f El-P

Текст песни MURS f El-P - The Dance

MURS f El-P - The Dance слова песни

Let`s Do ItYou didnt think me and El was comin like thisDef Jux Motherfucker and we run this shitGot you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shitOh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA)Have you laughin all the way to the bankOn point make a cut like we holdin a shankGot it all up on ya back like you walkin a plankTry to do it like this bitch you know how to blameDo it double time all up in yo faceLike piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tankFell off of the game cant keep ya rankMad cause you try to rob shit but you aintBeen around no bullshit where crews peel clipsNiggaz that kill for funWanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shitBullets still in ya gunKoolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothesCuz you pissed ya pantsSaw me durango said you wanna tangoNow this is the danceWhere ya shoes at where ya crew atClaim you do gats but you do rapWhat you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burstPush ya girl on the ground so that you can run firstNow you about to get rolled up hold up waitJust an emcee that was tryin to make cakeNow you gotta gun all up in ya faceAll of a sudden found god like runnin maseThought it be fun to spun on tapeNow you wish you would have stuck to drum n` bassBut you had to be hard on the blue ballWhen you never gang banged a day in ya townTry to be a man and run the streets and the jungle gym nigga stop playinaroundLay it down(Chorus: repeat 3X)This is the Dance!You don`t wanna be late cuz i`m over on weight betta get ya shit straightThis is ya Chance!You don`t have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanksMurs fall up on the spot like what up bitchApproached by this girl like shutup bitchThan I grab the microphone and I cut up kidsLike a hot knife straight through a butter stickNow i`m in the spotlight about to rock all nightShot of tequila than a hot mamacitaWe sex than we swallow what? nine margaritasBody on point so I follow the leaderNeed more tequila so I swallow the literHow can life feel sweeter (cant)So I passed out rolled up do it againWont neva roll up ya crew in the windHigh velocity high viscocity slippin right pass your animosityFans are constantly, askin meWho said what and who has beefMy crew got stuck in we to mustySo try to weigh it out with the fruit laid out (stomp the bastard)Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rapWhat you waste all ya time and you wanna run it backAll on the message board runnin ya yapAt the end of the night only wanted to chatNow you know that you got issuesThat early in the morn you should look at some pornAnd jack off right in the tissueThan call it a night thats probley the lifeGo to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wifeWake up to the same shit different dayEverybody onto work and they on the wayCause we all got bills and rent to payLend to the earth wasnt meant to staySo before i`m gone I wanna make a hit song that`ll always get some playGot the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say(El-P)You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rapI wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism I.D. jury breath commence freshTest the match, metal on the chestplate techBetter win a smile right, wanna frown like god rightWith a highlight primal fright in a primal life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88`We hit advance from the whips and lazer face oh break two threeGod to analog monkey not me rock hard and shitThe radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit` clipsFaggots wanna ratta tat tatter thisAnd a PT cruiser he creed luciferHere comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movementThey couldn`t move like el, ox, murs, lif the bazooka trooped in so uselessSo useless tip that`ll have a little truth in it like (poof)Deep space nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof againWho stays on a move that saysChick wanna shake ring hetero crawl thru the trenchesRevelation manifacture eat senses or the cityOr compositive battle turn logic prettyAll the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get meI`m for this shitty dizzy spinning all this cuff and progress whose with meFabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shitWho heard kill quickThey been together since 96` they still ride ya dickI refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mixCommunity watch groups and lace young kidsNiggaz don`t skip meI don`t answer to you george bush or the raw time commiteeDumber than a mongulary race movin shitWith a heart of hell scribblin bruisin shitEvery time you make a move in the industry start the new movement kidI`m like lose it bitchCheck the steam on the E with an edge of a generation new ruthlesnessWho`s in charge, check into ya leader man stop the foolishnessCop the new shit bitch

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