Текст песни Network Reps f Punch and Words - Games, Dames, and Automobiles
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Yo check it out (one time)Network Reps, Punch and Words (Network Reps)Have just assembledPay attentionAiyo forget gettin busy, a brother stays productiveMakin what is turn to was cause I must giveSteady hits, get ready kid, I`m leavin dead zonesRough sounds, they got bloodhounds tryna peep the setEmcees get bent, for fackin jax then, I make it happenStreet event, major attraction, paper assassinWorkin while you relaxin, hurtin my back and never slackinYou get broke on my brake, no joke I take actionCarshin spots like tidal waves smashin rocksNever got glasses locked on cash and props, I`d rather notInstead dashes hot like cops blastin shotsAnd I realize that, for the most part, no heart emceesTry to deny facts when the flow starts, to get a bitMore complicated than the rhetoric that they kickCause K mixes concentrated elements is evidentAnd obvious, when my lines drop, that instead of justWatchin this, I got they minds locked without postin bailConfrontation, you better off droppin Coast in jailChorus:If you don`t know, then I can`t mess wit you (I ain`t messin wit you)If you steal flows, then I can`t mess wit you (I ain`t messin wit you)If you`re a chick from the show, I probably left wit you(That`s right, I slept wit you)If you ain`t tryna roll, forget the rest of you (I ain`t stressin you)[car screeching]Enter the over proof sleuth calculating whoseFakin in the booth and still rakin in the lootSon slide in opposite stances, spread my vibe like its cancerLock horns with the shadow dancer, the neck romancerWho contorls the track, never holdin backDeflatin gas niggas from a swolen capUnderstand, we got no room for false plansCome in like a lion and you leavin like a lamb, sacrificial handYou wanna strap the missle and bomb the holy landYou`re not invincible, just a lonely manI know the am-bassador of a rappin tour has to score,So I`ma blow shows when I`m passin your vacinityYou`ll be gone quick like virginity, first you wanna be grittyBut now you`re silk and linen me, I`m skimmin theProfit of a prophet thats false, you need to stop and haltMeltin ice grills like I`m droppin salt, its not your faultHow could your frontin ass know, livin next to your enemyLike Kennedy and CastroWord up Network Reps (Castro)Takin all your cash flowY`all don`t know (educated you assholes)Chorus: (1st half)[phone rings] (Wordsworth)Now let me fill y`all in on details, how Words tip scalesI got some females at Yale that send e-mailsFaxin`em, I get cash to spendin from gasin` womenGot the guest lists and passes to get inBegan junior high, freshman adolescencemirrors on my shoes, lookin under girls dressesI`m eager to rhyme, arrived in the clothes I slept inWe got nothin in Common besides only ResurrectionIf its about women, in one ear and out the otherAll`s fair, long as sperm don`t come out the rubberEveryday I wake up and take a morning pissHide my porno flicks in a box of Girl 6Harassed by former chicks, that perform in whipsAnd out my crib I got kicked, forgot mom came home at sixAnd I know why you feel shame, cause I can call your girls crib Sayin its Words, while you use your real name[Punchline]And its a damn shame, that they got caught frontinSayin you nice, when you can`t rip the functionPlus, you take credit for the next man`s productionPuttin yourself in weird positions like fuckinMetaphors is raw, in ciphers you fear itThat`s why I only hang wit niggas who got lyricsYou beat around the bush and just talk off an earWhile just keep it brief like tight underwearI wreck crews when there`s nothin else to doIt seems your ego is gettin the best of youShit you never knew, you about to learnWe got dope beats, you can`t produce like bad spermTo whom it may concern, we droppin the bombWe real, you fake like a prosthetic arm, address the mike with charmWatch Punch crush it, the Moet lifestyle with the 40 ounce budgetNow just hush it and don`t say nothinI dedicate this to the ones that be frontin(Cats be frontin in the game know what I mean, break it down like this y`all)Chorus 2XPunchline wit the rhymeNetwork RepsBig MetWordsEngineer on the boardsUnderground hip-hop be the new day babyComin throughIts like thatRotten Apple