Текст песни Murs f Phonte (Little Brother) - The Animal
Murs f Phonte (Little Brother) - The Animal слова песни
[Verse 1: Phonte of Little Brother]I heard your style and I beat you niggaYour whole album I sleep through nigga`Cuz `Te`s an avalanche so call an ambulanceAnd tell `em to pick up ya people niggaDon`t call pharocon to squash itBetter yet call the sheriffAnd the coroner`s officeTell `em there`s a dead bodyIn the corner of LawsonIn Austin, I would proceed with cautionThese motherfucka`s really think the `Te done lost itHe sold a couple records now they think he flossin`But I ain`t stopped battling, I just stopped rattlingOff rhymes for free `cuz y`all were making me nauseousUnderstand fucka I`m gon win regardlessI still got the hunger pains from my apartmentWhen me and 9th were both splittin` cans of StarKistArguing about who LP was the hardestAnd a hand full of CD`s ready to burnSome real hip hop for your listening nervesA year later hooked up with a nigga named MursNow everybody play our records for they women and churnJay-Lee got the Eastcoast getting the lootLiving Legends on the Westcoast, ready to shootGet ourselves while they call up the troopsPhonte Taylor made for the game y`all just following suits[hook]Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combatPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatYou want beef motherfucka nevermind that(And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that)We animals, ready for war, destined for combatPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatSo let me know where ya mind at? (what!)[Verse 2: Murs]Murs 3:16 meets Foreign ExchangeKeep ya ear to the speaker, quit ignoring the namesWelcome to the next level, top floor in the gameFelize done hooked up with a clubbed-out nigga soSkip the sidekick, I`m a nextel niggaIf I hit ya on the chirp, with a verse you better roger thatPicture word-perfect from the land where the Dodgers atTrying to get some money with some pussy on the side of thatNever have to ask where my killas or my riders atBut when fake gangstas try to find where them dollars atGo to any city where there`s pretty ma`s to holla atThe illest in your state, one on the tour-dateAnd more-great, than your grandfather`s father`Te I know it gotta hurt a man they stand by the slaughterOughta be locked away when I rock this wayGet rocked on the airwaves but not for playIf my heart should stop and I drop todayI went against all odds and I got my way[hook]Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combatPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatYou want beef motherfucka nevermind that(And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that)We animals, ready for war, destined for combatPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatSo let me know where ya mind at? (what!)